At first I thought this band was called Golden Showers. That would’ve made this album a lot more fun because then I could’ve reconciled the sound of the Beatles getting fucked by indie-pop with the idea of the singer getting peed on. Or perhaps I’m supposed to feel like I’ve been hit with golden showers while I listen to this. Well, it’s not quite that bad, but I still don’t like it.
–kurt (Welcome Home)