Album Rating: 5.0
one of those albums you hear for the first time and you're like wtf is this, and you get thru your first listen and you're like holy shit that was bad, but something is intriguing about it. you come back to it the next day, and listen all the way thru, but you're even more unsure of what to think this time. it sits around for a while because it hasn't really blown you away yet, but you think someday it might be cool. so a week and a half later you come back to it and listen all the way thru, paying close attention to individual sections, and keeping the big picture of the album in mind. at the end of the third listen, you've come to your conclusion: this album is a pile of dog shit. but it's funny how bad it is. so you tell your friends, and news of how horrible this album is spreads like wildfire. pretty soon, this album is an inside joke between you and your friends, because it's so awful that you can't help but cringe/laugh every time you hear the lead singer grunt and scream and stuff. your girlfriend hates it, and you're not a fan either, but you get the humor hidden deep down in this anus of a record. years from now, you remember this album with fond memories. even though it was a bad album...I mean a HORRIBLE album...just not entertaining, no instrumental talent at all, not a traceable second of time that could pass as good music...you have fond memories of the album, and how you and your friends bonded over this abortion of an album and forged even deeper friendships. and throughout your life, you will remember the albums fondly, and they drunken laughs over it you have shared and how it has deeply enhanced your friendships like nothing else ever could have. ah. tears of nostalgia.
that's how it happened for me at least.