Title: If Only There Was a Rating Lower...
Product review: Thanks to this useless piece of plastic, never again will I be able to eat a soft, crusty biscuit all smothered in cream gravy without LB's horrendous, yet incredibly pathetic, overly-marketed, corporate trash excuses for music bouncing off the walls of my brain like a straight-jacketed lunatic flinging himself wildly around his padded, maximum-security, mental institution cell. And for this travesty - this defilement of all that is good in the world, and most of all - in the name of biscuits, especially ones that don't consider themselves "limp" - I rate this album negative (-) 2000 stars.
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