Rock did NOT kill the kid – what killed the kid was a whopping overdose of syrupy-sweet, cry-baby, cuddle punk like this sickening heap of butt marshmallows. Ugh. The band that does the theme song for Friends is more threatening, and for that matter, one hell of a lot more interesting. I can just feel new cavities chewing through my teeth as this drippy little disc continues pumping its candy coated crap into my room. Time to go brush my teeth six or seven times and make it all go away. Thank god for “stop” buttons.