Not bad at all really, I got the cd - though I have to admit I haven't listened to it since the initial two week honeymoon period after the gig. That's probably more to do with me not listening to that much music since then, than not wanting to listen to them. It's probably annoying to the band that a large part of the (largely female) audience goes just for Mr Marsters. But I think enough people go away liking the music, and being freaked out by the fact that he's 5 foot 7, has a tan and a californian accent. The music's kind of So-cal, and the guys are really nice. They apparently bumped into some kids in a London guitar shop, who recognised Marsters and were playing guitar with him and stuff - anyway, one of them plucked up the courage to ask them along to their gig, at some small pub somewhere, and they went along, and gained aforementioned boy huge brownie points with his girlfriend. Nice chap for a blood sucking fiend.