Yeah, I’ll admit it: I succumb to hyperbole way too damn much. After reverring Merriweather Post Pavillion as basically the Second Coming, I’ve imposed self-censoring techniques to ensure I don’t casually call something the “worst ever”, “best ever”, etc. This is because there are instances where such tags are deserved. Merriweather is the best fucking ever. And “I Hate My Life” by Canadian nü grunge quartet (and Nickelback protégés) Theory of A Deadman might be the worst lyrics ever written.
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