This, ladies, gentlemen, and others, is the bottom. A fruit with its stem kissing the dirt, destined to become the slime soaking the floor of its barrel. An album by an artist with a hollow past and no future, an artist whose only cultural impact is a moderately embarrassing party dance that they didn't even come up with themselves. An album no one wanted from an artist no one loved, released decades past what could charitably be considered their 'prime'. An album that faded the minute it hit ... read more