Annoying, discordant home recordings of a guy whining over pan-banging and flute-fluting and out-of-tune guitar plinking. The most insufferable, indulgent turd I’ve listened to in some time. NOT EVERYTHING NEEDS TO BE RELEASED, right? Goddamn. I mean, I’m no tastemaker, but sheesh, this cassette’s giving home recordings a bad name. I’m sure there are avenues in which genius such as this can finallybe recognized, but Razorcake—and my speakers—are almost assuredly not it.