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Like love, wimp rock is a wondrous, magical thing. It floats through the air like a nerf TV tray, leaving its fans preggy with saccharin dreams of little duckies, jelly jungles and lips of the pigeon. Over 72% nicer than shoving a bag of stuffed bunnies down Bernadette Peters’ throat and easily as personally satisfying as dropping an anvil on Benji, a good wimp rock session will leave you as numbly happy as a fresh carton of babysicles.

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