Mediocre oh-so trendy pop punk dreck by three L.A. musicians, who, five years ago, would’ve been a lipstick and spandex faux metal scam called Wyld Hairdeux.
The bland, torturous pop music of Semisonic is the sound Hootie makes as he struggles to keep singing and pretend that the Blowfish isn’t eating him alive.
Electro-industrial concerning James Bond, Justine Bateman, the Marquis de Sade, Russ Meyer films, and serial murders. The singer sounds too much like Axl Rose.