BLACK100S: Release the Cats: CD

When I hear a joke I don’t get, I’m not afraid to say that I don’t get it. I’m not the kind to laugh along and pretend that I understand. I would rather ask the joker to explain the joke. More often than not, this is when it becomes clear that I didn’t get the joke because it was completely fucking stupid. Or maybe because I misunderstood. So I’ll give the Black100s the benefit of the doubt. Why, dearest Black100s, have you released an album of hacky Bob Dylan-gone-dark acoustic tunes with a cover that features cobbled-together pictures of cats atop a mound of badly drawn skulls? What am I missing? The intention was to make me laugh, right? Why am I not laughing?

 –mp (Self-released)