Everyone's a Critic.

I've recently come to possess a hefty sum of compact discs from a local radio station. They have no cases or booklets. They were, in fact, glued to the walls of the studio as decoration. A friend of my father's was doing some alarm maintainance at the facility, and they asked him to remove the discs. He put them in a big envelope and gave them to me for sifting through. Some of them are covered in dried glue and chips of paint. Some are cracked beyond repair. Some of them, however, are in passable condition, and fit for listening. Most of the albums are from bands I've never heard of, so I've decided to listen to at least one a day (subject to change as I see fit) and give a one paragraph review of each one. Here I go.