If Egon of Ghostbusters made an album, this would be it. Slip on your silver glitter deely-boppers, adjust your Coke bottle glasses, and rock out, Earthlings.
Strikes a familiar chord by having all the right breakdowns and rockin’ parts, and letting the singer strain for those high notes in a really honest way.
Dead expected, Barnes’ true middle median average centrist death vocal over dull production, simple arrangements, one tone throughout, no layers, no surprises.