I have decided since it is a slow news day to pick up this copy of the new Daughtry album "Leave This Town" I had sitting around to review. I unwrapped the cellophane and opened the CD jacket. I peered over the front of CD, it's desolate Hollywood style road with the faded ghostly outlines of the band in the sky. I fought the urge to throw up.

I stood there for two minutes looking at the disc just staring at it. I reached down with my thumb and middle finger and wiggled the cd free from the packaging. I don't know if it was the brown acid or the lack of sleep, but when I went to reach for my computer, which was on a bed of lava, it said "Don't do it Craig. I don't want to play this album."

"Ok Dell Inspiron." I responded, "But what should I do about the bugs on the wall?" "Smack them with the fly swatter" Mr. Insprion retorted. So that is how I decided to review the Daughtry album, killing invisible spiders and crickets on my wall.

By the time I hit my fourth imaginary bug, I realized the Daughtry album was a formulaic turd that needed to be flushed. I took the cd into my bathroom, which was a Hawaiian island surrounded by sharks, and attempted to flush it. I then realized the CD was a giant life raft and would need holes in it if I were to flush it. I broke the CD and flushed the pieces. Crisis averted, now it is the alligators problem.

Without listening to it, I am sure it adheres to the same formula that helped him score a few number one hits. No surprise really since Chad "I suck my own penis" Kroeger helped write a few songs on it. Chad passed math and physics in grade school because he can apply his formula with deadly accuracy.

I am sure that the year Daughtry spent touring with Jon Country Jovi has worn off on him. So I suspect there is a bit of pop country so Daughtry can attempt to have that cross over appeal that helped Country Jovi line his New Jersey toilets in green Benjamins.

Formulaic,mediocre, and watered down, the new Daughtry album will be forgotten.As I was coming down off my acid trip and the lava was receding, I turned on SportsCenter. SportsCenter is how I wind down all my acidtrips because the HD colors of the various sports teams continue to assault my senses.

Then I heard it, I heard the only Daughtry song I was going to hear. It was the single Leave this Town, which sounds like all his other fucking "hits" he had. SURPRISE! You confirmed my suspicions and there is no reason why I have to listen to the album. Good thing since the alligator in my toilet was feasting upon the broken remains of your CD.