Well, I believe that our good pal Krispy Kreme has met his gay eurodance match. I don’t know what about this I loathe the most. His carefully selected wardrobe of sweatpants, sweatshirt, and vest? The horrific backing track complete with tepid sounding synths and abused autotune? The “masterful” direction and performance? The stimulating edit? The inspirational message about “getting high” backed by such fucking shitty lyrics that it makes “I had to fight my whole life/I could beat you up even if you had 1000 knives” seem like an ee cummings poem? The fact that nothing in this whole track goes together musically?

No, it’s everything that makes me hate this. It is the great confluence of inept creative decisions backed with a fundamental lack of taste and good sense. Everything about this “music” video reeks of a homeless man’s fetid asshole.

Max Harris, choke on some fish & chips and die, you pudgy British fuck. I will enjoy watching your dreams die.