I mean it. It’s absolutely dreadful. Not shocking. Not sick. Just dreadful.
But… yet… somehow…
Okay, it’s like this.
You know how some albums just get you when you’re young and vulnerable? I was 14, and my family was going on holiday to the United States, which I was very excited about. All the more so as my brother and I were going to be able to spend some time (again, I can’t remember – it might have been a week, it might have been 2 years) at a summer camp. For guitarists.