Her voice is so low I almost mistook the second verse as a guy singing. I didn’t realize this song was a duet with her and autotuning. Oh God, the second track isn’t even 2 seconds in and I know this is going to be the worst album I’ve ever heard. And the reason why this album even exists just spoke, Hulk Hogan. Basically describing all the reasons why she shouldn’t be famous. Strange since I don’t get that from watching her show. We start with the intro, there is paparazzi everywhere because apparently this girl can’t leave her house without being bombarded. Ok, but enough of that, it’s time to press play. I just can’t take my eyes off her poor ribs. But this doesn’t even compare to the most astounding aspect of this cover, her ribs, in which she appears to have some sort of exoskeleton. I hadn’t realized I was on LSD until seeing her breast covered in scales, the fact that there are angel wings everywhere doesn’t help, and apparently she’s adapted some sort of telekinesis powers since there are wave lengths echoing from her a**. Judging by this album cover though, it looks like we’re in for quite the trip.
So we’re going to take this journey together, through a land that I’m not really sure what to expect. Review Summary: I'd rather listen to crabcore.
