Look, we’re busy, maaaaaan. This beer ain’t gonna drink itself and I have a whole lotta Netflixing to do. So, to clear some of the clutter off of my desk, I present to you some really lazy reviews.
Sing-a-long songs for when you only have a buzz.
Sounds polished, but there’s something insincere about a white British dude covering 30′s blues records.
Straight forward bar rock shows how to properly mix rock records without sounding like a polished pop gem or a piece of shit Speak and Spell with dying batteries.
If the Haunted Mansion is your favorite Disneyland ride, I’d like to introduce you to one of your new favorite bands.
A Californian rocker doing honky-tonk is the same as a Swedish death metal-head trying his hand at hip hop.
I am not ashamed to be into this br00tal Hungarian metal so fuck you.
These motherfuckers live up to their name in a big goddamned way.
It’s times like this that I’m glad Fat sticks to the shit that works for them.
These dudes still suck turds out of dead people’s asses.
This Sir Mix-A-Lot remix makes me want Xanax in the best way possible.