A reviewer at rateyourmusic.com:
i confess ... I just can't love something just 'cause I'm supposed to ... the most overrated album on RYM.
This isn't confessing, of course, it's bragging. "Oh, I know I'm terribly picky. It's one of my worst character flaws." And what a lame brag. "I think for myself! You can't make me like it! You herd-following hype-slaves!" It's condescension preemption, a transparent bid for the Cool High Ground. It's a dumb game, even when it's played better than this, but there sure are a lot of people who never outgrow it.
"Call me a maverick, a lone self-reliant voice in the midst of a herd of sheep if you want, but..."
Scraps
I have never truckled to convention.
Is that step-van truckle or a semi?