Title: No, they really don't vary at all.
Product review: Is there anyone else on the planet right now less cool than Fred Durst? I mean, all of a sudden he's bragging about who he's been sleeping with, who he wishes he was with (his pathetic Wayne's World come ons to Halle Berry), and whining about the pratfalls of being a famous person. On a Philly radio station, he unleashed a string of obscenities at the interviewer after said DJ asked about the less than overwhelming acceptance of "Results." ("There will be the smart people who will appreciate me and c-s-kers like you that won't.) Well, stop worrying Fred, you'll be hanging out with the likes of Winger real soon.This is possibly the whiniest album this side of Dashboard Confessional. Fred, give it up. The teenage mooks that thought the juvenile butt joke rants on "Chocolate Starfish" were the height of rebelliousness have grown up; and covering "Behind Blue Eyes" doesn't make you an artiste. Now get outta my face, ya blubbering slob.
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