This album, believe it or not, was so terrible that the record company actually sent apology notices out to all of the record stores that carried it. Imagine yourself sitting in a dentist's chair and having a drill in your mouth, without novocaine, with rusty nails being driven into your fingers, with an insane circus clown honking a horn in your ear while throwing pies in your face for hours and hours and hours. That feeling is this album.
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