you have to call it what it is: a review of the single buttercup.
what a travesty. better a thoughtful 3-out-of-10 review of the album than this unprofessional passing-grade article.
although i don’t think it’s humanly possible a thoughtful 3-out-of-10 review of any lucinda album.
btw, i still don’t understand people seeing bitterness and pissed-offness in buttercup. and of course that is a bad boy song in which she finds what she’s looking for, if anything else. she rises above it.