Chris Lane’s “Fix” Is Like A Meth Lab Trailer Fire

Chris Lane’s “Fix” Is Like A Meth Lab Trailer Fire

What would fall and hit the ground faster in the vacuum left where Chris Lane’s self-awareness is supposed to be, a dense pound of his excessive ego, or a pound of air from his vacuous cranium? The answer is “Fix”—an abhorrent effort to assemble any and all obvious and transparent pandering mechanisms known to pop music’s collective brain trust.