Dead expected, Barnes’ true middle median average centrist death vocal over dull production, simple arrangements, one tone throughout, no layers, no surprises.
Voivod created an art style and their own font while that Rob Zombie guy was still doodling in high school notebooks and trying to score with cheerleaders.
“There Will Be Blood Tonight,” and the Manson-ish industrial plod of “We Only Come Out at Night” transcend the cheese. Well, they taste of a different cheese.