Wow, it's bad. Really bad. Worse than you think. By reducing William Hung to a solely auditory phenomenon, Inspiration leaches all the joy in his goofiness and replaces it with sheer sonic horror. It's like listening to karaoke only you're not drunk and you're not with your friends.

Here. Listen for yourself. I believe I can fly (excerpt, ogg).

  2004-04-07 05:39 Z