Songstrocities frequently lurk on FM radio. Some can be so close to torture those who hear them question their belief in God. Others will wonder why there isn't a clause in the Universal Declaration of Human Rights about the Jonas Brothers.
B: You mean, the thing that sounded like a chimpanzee gang rape? The thing that made my balls shrink up as I puked blood out of my eyes?
B: It's a motherfucking songstrocity, is what it is.