This is not the most horrible sixty-three minutes and thirty-six seconds of music I’ve endured, I’ll give it that. Never mind who or what is or were the soulless, union-paid minions whose 401K-inspired realization of this… I don’t know, thing, I suppose, that approaches aural manifestations of caramelized, vitamin-impregnated, gum-slicing-even-while-milk-soaked breakfast cereal equivalent of who-knows-what [...] [...]







