Everyone's a critic these days. Thank goodness for the internet, lest all the gems in my brain that I think of remain unshared and wasted. As I sit here upon my Throne of Judge-ery for this most time honored tradition, I am reminded of art I cannot make, songs I cannot create. I am not judging the music of these albums, just the aesthetic choices put forth by whomever culled these pearly treasures that should've stayed shut in the oyster of despair from whence they came.
Let's all judge things together so I am not alone! Enjoy!
What exactly does this cover say to YOU? Is Ke$ha a warrior from deep inside the earth that has come to do battle with no one in a barren desert? It's like someone photoshopped sadness and then made it neon and barf.