You say College Indie rock, I say Justin Bieber. The two have slowly become synonymous to the serious music fan, and this week we are solidifying this logical equation by making it our album spotlight. My Worlds: The Collection is a CD compilation of every good song ever done by anybody. With lyrics such as "Baby, baby, baby oooh Like baby, baby, baby nooo Like baby, baby, baby oooh" no one can make the argument that there has ever been so concise a critique of the banal attempts at music surrounding the rise of the demi-god Bieber. Evoking Zizekian critical theory, Bieber is quick and ruthless in his critique of the underlying ideologies present in traditionalist notions of Western value judgements: "Christmas wasn't merry, 14th of February not one of them spent with you. How many dinner dates, set dinner plates, and he didn't even touch his food. How many torn photographs are you taping back?" So, while you are busy listening to the equivalent of the metaphysical form of "College indie" that is My Worlds: the Collection, ask yourself this: "How many promises? Be honest girl. How many tears you let hit the floor?"