Fuck Greg Ginn for ever conceiving of this absolute dogshit. Imagine you're going to bite into what appears to be a nice, delicious slice of cake. Now imagine that cake being literal dogshit crawling with maggots. That's what listening to this album for the first time feels like. Also, the cake actually looks like shit, just like the fucking album cover. It's like everything you love about life being removed with only your chronic depression remaining. This album is like being ... read more