They’re supposed to be funny & wild, and push the limitations of the members’ main gigs. But this is just more mediocre Ministry, and that’s Ministry’s job.
Quality ka-chunk death grrr with, well, pussy singing. Nice melodies, the guy can hit the notes, but there’s still an emoish whine to the meaningfulness of it.
It opens with a barnburning polka, and if it doesn’t get you grinning, kicking up your heels and spilling your beer with wild abandon, check for a pulse.
Ninth studio album from the Bay Area thrash pioneers. First release with guitarist Alex Skolnick since 1992, first with bassist Greg Christian since 1994.
Seething with hate, the guitars are trebly and loud, like Darkthrone and early Norwegian black metal, and the reverbed and distant vocals are snakespit vomit.
Aside from bombast and a drum machine on crack, the arrangements aren’t much different. Ministry can sing, and don’t have to dumb down “the hard parts.”