Instruct: Classify Amazon reviews into positive or negative sentiment
Query: Cheesy elevator jazz

In the dentist's office, waiting to get a root canal. Looking forward to it, actually. The dull pain of the needle injecting novocaine deeper and deeper into my jaw is far better than the bland monotony of this music. Music shouldn't be about playing by the numbers and executing a smooth sound without inspiration or enthusiasm. This album is the opposite of music. It's where tired jazz came to die in a sad imitation of itself. I don't even know what that means: warning, this album is so vapid it kills brain cells.