This is a modern protest album. A challenge to the concept of pop songs. Each one of these songs has been built to get in through the back door of radio and TV expectations, through your expectations. Through your daughters... The lyrics - the abridged fall of the American empire redux - are covered in the flesh of Producer Caleb 'KBC' Sherman's visionary musical arrangements. He did it all. Rocked the drums, bass, guitars, and backgrounds. Not to mention filling in the in-betweens with slices of barimandopedalrhodepie. Thoughts of the wall being built between rich and poor give way to the sway of the ass-shaking grooves that Ruth built. I don't want you to listen for a call for revolution or a call to get off that couch in front of the TV. No. I want couch potatoes to remain in prone position actually. But. I want to be on the TV. I want to be the music in that TV commercial. Right alongside Britney Spears I stand. Which one is prettier? Which one is carrying the AK-47? There's no use complaining now. We all must join the machine.