What You See Is What You Get: Backstreet Boys - Black and Blue

If there's any proof needed as to why prefab corporate pop music sucks, here it is in all of its drab and soulless splendor. I used to wonder why Mark Rothko's modern color faceoffs were always held in high regard in the art world. He's Michaelangelo compared to this boring, precise color presentation that's indicative of the rushed, cardboard standup product of its performers. I understand Rothko now and I appreciate the relationship of colors he was trying to convey, even when they grossly contrasted each other. At least that has more heart and mental input than this garbage. I wonder what hack got commissioned to do this cover. Buy him or her a beer; that's the greatest scam ever pulled.

Thank God the boy band era has seen fit to go back into the obscure hilarity from which Menudo and New Kids on the Block dwell like the pre-packaged paper dolls they were, sitting in some former little girl's attic, not to be unearthed for years. Thank God there's some things you can outgrow.

Now the real bitch I have about this album is that I've picked up it many times and always forget it's not the hard rock band Black 'n Blue, but I fall sucker for it a lot. If any of you see me bring it to the register, please have me committed on the spot.