The most evil record review ever: The other day, I was puttering around the apartment (you know, straightening up, washing dishes, etc). I must have a soundtrack wherever I go, so I threw Radiohead's Kid A into the CD changer and proceeded to get my groove on. The glorious strains of "Morning Bell" had just begun to roll across the living room when my lovely wife entered, slightly dishevelled from a long day at work but still looking lovely and precious.

"Hello, my darling!" I said, as I crossed the room to give her a kiss.

"Hi," she responded, a puzzled look on her face. Just as I reached her, she turned her confused face towards me, looked me straight in the eye, and asked, "Is this Dave Matthews Band?"

OUCH.