Virtually unheard upon release, it seems like the Book of Genesis now, the moment of the first light. On the first song, the band starts it with a positive jam. On the second song, they spent the night in Beverly Hills with a chick who looked like Beverly Sills. On the seventh song, they did not rest, instead they hated all those clever people and their clever people parties. By the time they wrapped it up on the tenth song, the all-time album closer “Killer Parties,” there could be only one reaction: It is good.