Many fans will force themselves to sit through these two discs out of respect for Chuck, but the man deserves a much better retrospective than Zero Tolerance.
13 tracks of the angriest, loveliest, most hauntingly beautiful tracks that could grace your ears. Rockabilly-twang, punk-aggression, and sideshow creepiness.
This ain’t my cup of tea, this tepid milquetoast-by-the-numbers-teenage-girl-dupin-Goo Goo Dolls shite, but I can’t get that goddamned “Sophie” outta my head.
Awful band name, awful band. Cheesy electro indie pop shit, like Atom & His Package, without his humor or sense of melody, which leaves you with jack shit.