(Studio Seven) I was ready to come at this with my wit blazing, hoping to take down Davey Suicide in a storm of snide remarks about how ridiculous he is. I mean, it's the sonic equivalent of dangling car keys in front of a baby—shiny, noisy, and enticing, but totally worthless. But, sigh... I'm exhausted. Complaining about the worst there is in music—Falling in Reverse, Brokencyde, and anything on the Mars Hill record label—just isn't fun anymore. And really, of all of them, this dude who wants to pretend he's Marilyn Manson isn't so bad. I mean, he is, I find his music unlistenable, but at least, unlike former tourmates Blood on the Dance Floor, he has songs about questioning authority and mainstream media as opposed to seeing how many girls he can fuck. Yay? I guess?