Album Review: 3OH!3 - Night Sports

If 3OH!3's MO for this album was to motivate drunk Trump rallyists on the bus to their Dan Bilzerian prayer meeting, then great job!

Five albums in, the Colorado duo remain lost in direction (crunk? hip pop?), incapable of carrying a memorable pop chorus or a brain damaged lyric. My Dick doesn't shock because of predictable declarations of prowess (with an extra kicker of comparing yours to a snail), it appalls because someone thought it was good enough to pass muster. Any album that makes The Bloodhound Gang sound like innovators comparable to Radiohead has got problems.