Dear Mr Thorburn,

I fucking hate this album. I hate your shit lyrics you whimper out in a lame attempt to sound just as indy as we all think you are. I hate Daddy Kev’s weak-sauce bargain bin beat uninspired style production and ripoffs of entire samples without a single chop to be had in sight. I hate your wack ‘look at how deep i am’ singing style. I hate the fact that even Busdriver sounds like he just hopped on the album because he was passing through your neighborhood one afternoon. I hate the fact that you even try passing this off as an album, when it’s barely half a handful of songs and some bitten hawaiian luau records played through a wet reverb pedal.

This album sucks shit. It’s like you (yet again) thought that simply by ‘not trying’ you are on to something fresh and new. (You tried this with Th’ Corn Gangg remix of Beck. I fucking hate you even more for that.)

Any music writer giving a half-decent review of this piece of absolute shit ‘album’ doesn’t know a damn thing about what they’re talking about and I hate them too.

At no point during this incessant self-pleasuring indie wannabe musical wankery did you come across even a whisper of a coherently artistic solidity. Everyone is now dumber for having sat through a listening of this album. I award you no points, and may god have mercy on your soul.

Sincerely,
Mantrakid

P.S. That Flying Lotus Remix on there is the only good thing about the whole disc. You should have got him to produce the thing as an instrumental album.