This has been the worst - the WORST - season for pop music I can remember.

It is a cruel irony that the song I find the most deliciously odd and challenging of the fall comes courtesy of Chris Brown & Co ("I Can Transform Ya"). Granted, I credit this more to its producer Swizz Beatz, but STILL.

FUCK RIHANNA'S PRODUCTION/MANAGEMENT TEAM WITH A RUSTY SPEAR. What an embarrassing betrayal of her aesthetic. Never should a female pop artist be forced into creating what is essentially a drippy response album to her very unfortunately public personal life. A gross, SHAMEFUL mishandling of her strengths.

I'M SO MAD. I haven't been so mad at music as I am at this fall maybe EVER. Jay, Cudi, Ri, THEY ALL SHALL FALL. I need the Clipse album rightthissecond to wash the taste of saccharine-ballad mold from my mouth.

The robot community frowns on your shenanigans, Robyn Fenty. You are ex-communicated.

(P.S. I can't post about this right now because I will ACTUALLY CRY, but on top of it being a remarkably disheartening month/season for me with regards to my favorite genre, the fact that Justin wrote the worst song on this album is the third strike for him over the past few weeks with me. The worst feeling in the entire world is questioning the biggest inspiration in your life.)