Even for fluff punk, BYOB is fucking painful.
I've thrown my two cents in on this before, but, while I take no issue with Jemina's voice, the lyrics are too dismally moronic to be redeemed. There is no end to the number of albums you can record when writing songs is as easy as making one of these bad boys:
BYOB's first album actually has more cause to be in there than that turd.
JESUS, Thurston, what's wrong with you?