"What do I think about Bush's Razorblade Suitcase? I don't think you are going to like this...
Like Shaddapa ya face, track two, Greedy Fly fails to engage me at all. It left me cold, shaking and gently drooling on the floor. Thank god the office cleaner found me in time. Track seven, Mouth sounds like the little pop and splash that comes before the scream after accidentally lodging a knitting needle in your eye from its start right through to its (bleated) finish. Too much track 8, Straight, No Chaser is bad for your health. I recommend taking up injecting heroin into your eyeballs instead. It tickles a bit, but the rush is awesome.
History is about as hip as my sister's attempts at the Lambada. It's a vision of hell that not many people live to see, I promise you. You've probably guessed that I don't like Bush very much. It's due to being assaulted by things like a collection of cheap samples, bad lyrics, over-produced warbling and something that goes 'ping' throughout, or Communicator as it is known on the back of CD.
In fact, I despise every second of Bush's creation. "