I’m sure most of you weren’t even aware that a crazy frog album existed. I’m sorry to inform you but yes, it does.
I thought I could get away with the review on this album simply by mentioning it was by the ‘crazy frog’, yet upon listening to the album, I found more real justification.

The whole album is - wait before I go on, did anyone ever realise about crazy frog’s little chode? No one I ever mentioned it to noticed. Eventually on commercials, they censored it, though I’m skeptical whether it was actually censorship or for attention.

Anyway, the whole album is just popular euro-dance songs that occasionally feature a fucking terrible verse or sample from the crazy douche himself.

whoomp.mp3 - I won’t pain you with anymore clips.

Crazy Frog’s kind of stuck on a double-edged sword-with both faces destined to fail miserably. I’m criticizing him for ruining classic dance tunes, but we all know just as well if he made his own material it would’ve been a piece of shit anyway.

No. Please god no.

I wouldn’t care if my kid wanted ‘Crazy Hits’ for his birthday. Well, I would care in the sense whether they’re mentally impaired or not.

I’d rather listen to them whine and cry than support the crazy frogs album sales. I’d rather a beaver chew on my testicles than walking into my child’s room and hearing those fucking ‘dings’ and ‘baps’ again.