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Somtimes You Lie In A Strange Room, In A Strange Person's Home, And You Feel Yourself Bending Out Of Shape. Melting, Touching Something Hot, Something That Warps You In Drastic And Probably Irreversible Ways You Won't Get To Take Stock Of Until Its Too Late

You Can't Beat The Beehive For Glam Punkette Attitude.

'revenge' Is A Shameless Soap In The Style Of Eighties Shoulder-pad Slap-offs Like 'dallas,' 'dynasty' And 'falcon Crest.' Yet There's No Wink-wink Camp.

You Can Hear The Celtic Heartbeat All Over Europe And America, From Bing Crosby To Jack White, From The Smiths To My Bloody Valentine, From House Of Pain To Marky Mark And The Funky Bunch.

Rebecca Black Might Sing Like A Robot, But That's Just Proof She Has Evolved Beyond Us. Her Vocal Is Just A Slightly Exaggerated Version Of The Robot Glitch-twitch Stutter That's Been Mainstream Pop Vocalese For The Past 10 Years Or So.