A contrast between what is supposed to be one of the greatest albums of all time and what is supposed to be one of the worst albums of all time.
You all ever come across that one piece of media that just leaves you completely in awe of how awful it is? I’m sure we’ve all seen at least one movie or heard one song that we thought: “Nothing can top this – this is as bad as it gets.” Well, fear not, ladies and gentlemen, I’ve got something special for you today.
Hello everybody, and welcome to the third edition of Rapid Fire Reviews, a series in which I share some quick thoughts on albums I’ve listened to recently. Today, we have four wildly different albums to get through, so let’s get started!
There are certain sensations that we eventually became inundated by, and, after sufficient exposure, try to suppress to the deep recesses of our minds in order to maintain sanity. There are a few cases of this for me. For example, I often hear the sounds of MTV U playing in my college cafeteria, which I escape via earbuds. Or the sounds of ongoing construction, often resolved by the same solution as the prior example. But, a particularly notable example of this phenomenon came rushing back into my mind relatively recently, and I thought I’d share it with you all today.