The Hatters

You Will Be You (Atlantic)
by unknown

Actually, guys, I steadfastly refuse to be me, if that means I have to dry-heave through another cringe-laden pastiche of arena-metal-meets-Chili-Peppers-diarrhea like the one you’ve so tactlessly thrust onto an unsuspecting world. Of course, you can still be you, if you must, but that means every lock of your free-flowing rock-god manes is numbered. So please, I beseech you, go away. Thanks, fellas.