For years my family had a really awful garage band, The Critical Consensus. I was so embarrassed to have people over. The tiniest hint of a captive audience and they'd roll the TV out of the way and start setting up. Any opportunity to humiliate me in front of my friends. None of them could carry a tune and watching them flail on their instruments with their meat mitts was just sad. Pathetic! They released one album, Chorus of Frowns, and big shock, it did absolutely nothing. Good luck finding a copy, I think most of them were in the attic and went up in smoke that one Christmas the house burned down. They said it was a careless cigarette but fire investigation is more art than science, everybody knows that. Anyway what sort of person tosses a lit cigarette into a Christmas tree? Answer: a sociopath. I gave the so-called forensic fire specialists several leads they never followed up on, like the very real possibility of a short circuit in my sister's incredibly cheap bass amp. There's nothing camp about The Critical Consensus, no so-bad-it's-good value, no redeeming qualities at all. What are good intentions worth? Nothing. Personally I haven't listened to them in years.