Title: Adolescent angst
Product review: Henry Rollins is like the neighbor who constantly purchases new gadgets to mount on the walls of his garage as some weird pack rat feng shui disorder. He's a front-of-the-class brown-noser blowing bubbles in his milk for the peanut gallery while batting lashes at the teacher. He's irrelevant because he's a shameless pundit for middle-class ennui, with a doctorate in blab. When they come out with the Henry Rollins android in the year 2120, its "soliloquy" button will never wear out, but you'll have to stock up on the "projectile vomiting" button. I remember the first time I saw the "Liar" video, Rollins all puffy-faced, eyes bright as a bunny caught in headlights, doing a constipated impression of Iggy Stooge, railing on and on about some kind of video game that made him mad because he couldn't figure out how to get to the next level.
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