It's listening for a relatively dull weathered Monday at work. Expect little in the way of excitement but you're not going to be perturbed by 36 trumpets or herbs and spices at any point, which is certainly refreshing. It's all really inoffensive but also all really insubstantial, and for this, it gets my highest yet the most average of scores, 3*.

I tried, I really did. Sickened by the sight of this absolute melt of a man, I huffed and puffed and put it on Spotify before getting into my morning shower. Quickly, I found myself outside my house on the porch, sat in a rocking chair and asking Cleetus to "beer me", before exploding the can he'd gently throw over to me on my forehead and downing the entire thing. Soon after, a neighbourhood racoon scuttled by but didn't make it any further than the pellets which came careening out of my shotgun. Of course, none of this really happened but it is fair more enjoyable to type that than it was to listen to the first three songs of this tripe, which is where my journey ended. A shitey shite shitebag.

The highlight of this album came when farting during a trumpet interlude of one of the songs. Very largely forgettable otherwise

The opener of this album does a good job of sounding both theatrical and satanic. And annoying, too. This continues into track two, where I ceased listening to this shite

It's listening for a relatively dull weathered Monday at work. Expect little in the way of excitement but you're not going to be perturbed by 36 trumpets or herbs and spices at any point, which is certainly refreshing. It's all really inoffensive but also all really insubstantial, and for this, it gets my highest yet the most average of scores, 3*.

Entering day 5 of the depression sessions, I was lifted to see a recent(ish) album appear. Any hope of a more upbeat time of things was quickly dashed in the album opener, but with a hint of accidental shuffle, No Cars Go soon made things more bearable, a catchy tune. After about 3 hours with this on shuffle, I've come to realise that it can't be that bad else I'd have binned it a while ago. It's getting 4* tbf tbh imo

It's largely alright isn't it. Most of the tunes blend into one, which is pretty typical of this era of ROCK nonsense. Couple of well known tunes in amongst it, but on the whole pretty meh and not as good as yesterday. Rob will probably call this shite and give it 8 stars. For me, it's 3

I tried, I really did. Sickened by the sight of this absolute melt of a man, I huffed and puffed and put it on Spotify before getting into my morning shower. Quickly, I found myself outside my house on the porch, sat in a rocking chair and asking Cleetus to "beer me", before exploding the can he'd gently throw over to me on my forehead and downing the entire thing. Soon after, a neighbourhood racoon scuttled by but didn't make it any further than the pellets which came careening out of my shotgun. Of course, none of this really happened but it is fair more enjoyable to type that than it was to listen to the first three songs of this tripe, which is where my journey ended. A shitey shite shitebag.

Maybe this is your thing. It is not mine. Boring

It's times like these I wonder why I agreed to participate in this challenge. Thankfully, I'm limiting my own misery by simply turning off the shittest stuff early doors, I make no secret of that. Today, I was taken into a funeral service in the opening song of the album, before being taken to Playstation 1 space. More annoying than the songs was the location of filming. The crowd go wild in the opener, but you're truly left thinking 'what the fuck was the crowd meant to do while listening to this bollocks?' as the rest of the tunes begin to play out. But if there are any mutants that are going to lap this up, of course it is going to be Toon mutants. Shite.

This certainly provided some welcome respite from the truly frightening depths of audio piss that have been endured thus far. It certainly doesn't earn my first 5*, but it's up there of what we've had so far. A surprisingly long album at 24 tunes.

Now we're fucking talking. Jumping right in with Faith, what a start. Well I guess it would be nice if I could touch Wiggins' body. I want his sex - and I'd also want it to last 9 minutes and 17 seconds precisely. The album overall is relatively short and sweet - unfortunately it does dip a little towards the end but it's still amongst the best we've heard so far.

You know what? I bloody well liked this, which is a surprise given eras past we've been dished up prior. It has held up well minus the world's most heavy handed glockenspiel player in the opener. Venus in furs had that early naughties wrestlemania video package vibe to it, which is to me apparently what final fantasy is to Wiggins. But on the whole the tunes differ a fair bit and there's something for everyone. It doesn't get 5 stars as I would hope there is better to come, but if others like this I will depressed at a missed opportunity to knock Neil Diamond, who is inexplicable as SRL golden boy, off the top.