http://www.chthonicionic.net/bile/

hours of fun.

example:

I've tried to wipe Badfinger's No Dice from my mind, but, for you, here's 
what I can remember...

Say I Can't Take It three times into the mirror and Badfinger will appear 
behind you to take you away from all this miserable shite. Do it. It's your 
only hope - the track sounds like the sort of thing you'd play to a blind 
man to make them appreciate the lot of a deaf and blind man throughout. I 
Don't Mind could be mistaken for crushed babies if you don't listen very 
carefully, and, believe me, you don't want to. Love Me Do isn't that bad. 
Ha ha. Got you. It's just a tiny bit worse than, say, the sound of 
something that has been banned under the Geneva Convention, but is still 
used by the US to break down interrogation subjects.

People have accused my reviews of being generated by a computer. Well, of 
course they are. You think anyone in their right mind would listen to 
Badfinger all day? I'm all digital baby. Watford John reminds me of an 
exploding zit gently squirting sebum into your brain. I wish it wouldn't. 
Only 'Grandma we love you' could compare to track 11, Believe Me.
In fact, my grandmother sucks eggs better than this shite.