Shit! Nothing makes sense! This giant hodgepodge of guests…these callow images of raucus kids incapacitating the elderly…a “genre” that stretches 27 songs from emotional pop-punk to pseudo-electro-pop and radio rock…I don’t get it! But then again, it’s Max Bemis, whose neurotic, narcissistic, and nihilistic creativity eclipses nearly everyone in popular music today. So I won’t think about it. [more]