Sure, mash-ups are way past their prime. Like disco in the 70’s and shoulder pads in the 80’s, these things must end for the good of all mankind. We are still shaking mash-ups out of our music library like a prison inmate from the 1930’s shakin’ off head lice. It is a plague. It is shameful and calling them guilty pleasures is not a scapegoat. Then one day a mutation changes the game slightly and makes it somewhat okay to indulge in what once was shunned and ridiculed like voting Republican, eating foie gras or drinking Miller High Life.
This one’s free, but any more and there could be a problem.
If I am not mistaken, if you look close enough, you may see Trent smiling.