· Pure evil that will make you want to hit the dance floor in spite of yourself.
This album is pure, unadulterated evil. Possibly the most vapid lyrics ever committed to plastic. Imagine walking into Wal-Mart, pointing at somebody with the biggest hair and the cheapest earrings and giving them a record contract, and youll have some idea of the immortal pearls here. Mean, petty and shallow tripe, rising only occasionally to the level of brainless viciousness.
So why evil?
Because against all the odds, the tunes are catchy. So you find yourself humming along, nay, even singing along to the most appalling trash ever penned.
Evil. Lily Allen must be destroyed.