This particular mixed CD by Rhonda Shouse would be a great idea to play at clubs or a bar, or even on a radio station that plays hard/alternative rock, but not really something that would be played at a junior-high dance. It is not necessarily the content of the music, it is just the simple fact that not every teen is into some of the songs that are in the mix.

The first eight tracks are by Disturbed, so they transition very well but not anything that is “danceable” per say (only about nine out of the twenty tracks are). The choice of parody songs chosen by the mix artist, such as Family Guy’s rendition of “Shapoopie”, and the infamous Burger King carol (DING FRIES ARE DONE!!!) are hilarious, but once again not something that would be the main choice of a junior-high dance.

The songs of choice are questionable, and the mixer’s choice is somewhat odd considering the many different genres. Evidently she does not have a particular preference over rock, R&B, or hip-hop, which is good but the CD could be better without the techno mix to “I’m Blue”. This world would be a much better place without the plague of techno.

There are some tracks on this mix that are “danceable” but would not really be anything that would be played at a dance full of preteens. It would be a great shock to the chaperones if a gym full of 12 to 14 year-olds were grinding against each other to songs of smoking blunts and how “shawty is the shid”.

In summation, this CD would not be ideal for the junior-high crowd (and parents and teachers be warned of content in some of the songs), but it could be used as a last resort if no other party-mixes are available. If not for a dance, the first eight tracks could get athletes “pumped-up” before an event, such as football or basketball.

On a scale of one to ten on the purchasing scale, ten being the best choice and one being the worst, this compilation of songs receives a three. Hopefully this review has provided helpful tips and warnings to parents and teachers alike. This author will be keeping his eyes peeled and his ears open for any more hot tracks and albums.

--Review was provided by out and about street critic Adam Cole Eggs are good