My thought process, when confronted with Kat Von D’s first foray into the music world, is a wildly vacillating one. It starts with annoyance, at the one-percenters of the world pursuing creative outlets while the working stiffs who actually possess the requisite talents are too busy making ends meet. Just think of all the starlets and trust fund kids who become fashion designers or creative directors overnight, by way of example. This train of thought is immediately followed by remorse, as I know deep down that I shouldn’t be so cynical and should in fact just let people do what makes them happy, so long as it isn’t hurting anyone. A few tracks into Love Made Me Do It and I start swinging back to my initial distaste, though, as the waves of distant, isolated and canned synth-pop fail to tr...