"You'll like this, Pammy. You will! I promise." Well, I don't. Actually, three tracks in I started to hate it. I hate it even more after a week. Hollow and whacky when I want insightful and mad. Polished and trite in a restless, needy, jumping-around-in-front-of-your-parents-face manner, in a way that makes you desperate for something relentless and real. I only kept listening to find out which track I hated the most. I am sure they are nice people.
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