best album review EVER!!

[Gob]

Ever I tell you EVER!!!

I was weeping by the end of it.

[Lord Jim]

So that's why Tim hasn't been around...

He's taken up doing music reviews...

[Joe Guy]

Maybe he should try to get his money back.

[Econoline]

So that's why Tim hasn't been around...

He's taken up doing music reviews...

No way. I think Tim's got more range than that: he wouldn't have repeated the same fucking word (let alone the same f***ing word) that many times...and the Timster's keyboard does not include the asterisk.

That said, I'll have to remember some of those phrases (like "giant f***ing Happiness Hoover" and "watered down elephant smegma slowly dripping into a f***ing plastic bucket") for future use.

[Lord Jim]

I really liked this follow-up post:

Kevin Williams · Saint Columbs College, Derry
Do you do childrens parties ?

[Sue U]

Some of the comments are funnier than the review itself. But if the album is in fact one long self-pitying whine about Chris Martin's break-up with Gwyneth Paltrow, this bit is probably dead-on:

You should be f***ing delirious! This album should be a series of f***ing honky-tonk piano-driven upbeat bangers with titles like 'Wahoo!' and 'Thank F*** Almighty, Free At Last!' and 'I Don’t Have To Knit My Breakfast No More!', all accompanied to the sound of six-shooters fired into the f***ing ceiling with both hands!

'I Don’t Have To Knit My Breakfast No More!'
Bwahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaahahah!

[Gob]

Anyway, Martin got married to f***ing Gwyneth Paltrow, that ghastly, gulping, giraffe-necked, sick-making long drink of carb-averse goop, they created their own f***ing hole in the f***ing ozone layer flying around the world with Martin warbling about how concerned they were about the f***ing environment, spawned a couple of sprogs and saddled them with life-ruining names, promoted every f***ing vapid strain of spiritual, anti-materialist New Age nonsense while raking in the f***ing ackers like whorehounds and then finally “consciously uncoupled”, though it’s a f***ing wonder either of them could stay f***ing conscious in each other’s company at all, given that they’re the two most testicle-achingly f***ing tedious people on earth!

Genius!

[Long Run]

Being Blythely raised, it's understandable on her part.

[BoSoxGal]