Crying on the Bathroom Floor by Will Young
That’s what I call an album title!
That’s what I call an album title!
Get high without actually getting high.
She’s hot now, but her music is still as geriatric as can be.
Will it be rude to say I’d rather sexually objectify this fellow than to listen to his songs?
Could it be that Lana Del Rey has finally found her authentic, true self?
Would you believe I have never listened to a full Selena Gomez album until now?
Why isn’t that fellow in a space suit for the album cover?
It can cheer up a dismal Saturday night, but it’s also forgettable.
Let’s revisit a dark time in pop music, when Jordan Knight’s falsetto was terrorizing the airwaves.
Kinda odd that an album with such a title sounds like it’s made and performed by robots.