The Smiths - The Queen is Dead
This revolting, goofy, country-club drivel is the whitest thing I've had to sit through in a while. You like pastels? You like faux erudition? Every part of me that wants to watch the world liquefy in acid streams of blood and fear is goddamn alive and well when this waste is on. Know, officially, that if you make room in your life for this superficial moaning, I think less of you for it.
















