If I told you my nephew's kid had made half that shit, you'd believe me. Not everything Andy Warhol painted was a home run. Truth be told, there's a certain joy to spending quality time with a beloved album that helps you to celebrate an album's weaker moments for the artistic risks inherent with being an artist that pushes boundaries. At first I was hesitant to write about the first Cars album again so soon after calling out 'I'm In Touch With Your World' as the worst song on the album, but then I remembered I didn't give a fuck and here we are.
