The ebola virus. Climate change. Thermonuclear warfare. Your grandmother in your wife's sexy lingerie. Islamofascism. The christian Apocolypse. These are just a small selection of very bad things that are infinitely better for you than this album and the band that produced it. I say produced, but perhaps begat is more accurate. Extruded perhaps. What is the term for the explosion thatThe ebola virus. Climate change. Thermonuclear warfare. Your grandmother in your wife's sexy lingerie. Islamofascism. The christian Apocolypse. These are just a small selection of very bad things that are infinitely better for you than this album and the band that produced it. I say produced, but perhaps begat is more accurate. Extruded perhaps. What is the term for the explosion that occurs when you squeeze a puss filled pimple? Whatever it is, that is the word that describes the creation of this album. Its is terrible. Horrible. Abuse for the ears. Intelligence destroying filth. The sound is somewhere between a bad pub band covering Joy Division and your mum singing her favourite Duran Duran tracks while scrubbing the toilet. But its the lyrics that really define this abortion of an album. Think of every annoying 13 year old girl you have ever known, take all of their diaries, find all of the pages where they describe just how much they love their English teacher and how no-one understands the depth of their devotion, set it to the aforementioned bad pub band/joy division/your mum/Duran Duran sound track and you have some idea of of how utterly bad this steaming pile of crap is. It has no redeming features at all. It adds nothing to humanity, art, music, culture. It does howver steal minute from your life that you can never recover. For your sake and the sake of human kind, stay away from this album and its predecessor - maybe then this band will go away and we will all be safe… Expand