More white boy rapping but here there is the additional cardinal sin of trying and failing to spectacularly bandwagon jump. Mr. Kelly seems to have delusions of grandeur and views himself in the same sphere as the offspring or  Instead, we get a horrendously and hideously sanitized version of pop punk. All the sharp edges and antagonism has been very carefully filed away and instead it is all danger with the safety valve very much on. The title is meant to be post-modern and ironic but instead is actually very apt description of what is a horrible record.