Title: Grimmace and Wince
Product review: Bloated bombastic flatulent nonsense for all the tough-guy mascarad drama-queens of the neo fad age. The musical equivalent of an airport newsagency pulp fiction novel. My life and awarenesses are none the better for this pointless exercise in stadium melodrama. For crissakes, it's just pop music, a trival inconsequential side annexe of the global corporate entertainment industry - hardly Revelations. Why blow it out of all proportion? Tool fans must lead sheltered shallow miserable lives. Wake up, team, and smell the roses. Get out of your sad dog boxes and go camping or fishing or something. Make a fresh fruit salad or an exotic coconut cocktail - do ANYTHING except wallow in this morose pap.
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