I just... you know... man... Anything Else But The Truth by The Honorary Title.

What else can I say? Hip, hip hooray for bland music, bland singing, and bland lyrics! I’d be willing to bet that someone could produce this album’s equal by pressing the "generic indie rock" button on their karaoke machine, and then drip whatever trite, love-stricken poetry freestyle that falls out of their lips over it.

On the upside, there’s a bloody panda on the cover of the CD. Well, the panda isn’t bleeding, but I think it’s gnawing on a kid’s body parts and sitting in a pool of the blood. That’s my vote for the best part of Anything Else But The Truth.