Seriously, I don’t understand this as much more than novelty. Novelty wears fast. I don’t know who is buying this. I’m not sure how many times you can go home and really enjoy this collection of blips, clicks, static, blurps, and glitches mixed into butchered clips from top forty pop stars? This “music” would cause car accidents. It’s a joke, and it doesn’t get any funnier the more you hear it. There is not much replay value. The first track is an intro made up of Madonna and Pearl Jam saying “Secret Mommy.” Secret Mommy is Andy Dixon. Yes, I get it. He has cynically taken shitty pop music, and consumed, abused, and manipulated it until it vomited up the barely recognizable antithesis. So what? Even when the songs have some semblances of melody and or rhythmic continuity, they’re gone before you can enjoy them. The rest amounts to not more than sonic diarrhea. This is the sound of computers dying and fucking at the same time. One of the few redeeming qualities is the clever song titles, which include “An Apple a day keeps the Mac voice away,” “Andrew W. Cake,” and “Shania Twang.” This is the second full length and I’m not really impressed.