What's more chilling: a concept album about the evils of TV or a newly unvaulted ''lost'' CD from blond twinbos Nelson? Maybe you'd best run for cover, because Imaginator brings you the worst of both worlds! This ambitious caboodle of cheesy-pouf rock and Frosted Flaked anthems is a beef-headed, if not soul-starved, anachronistic mutation that only underscores why wuss metal died in the '90s. Screw the kitsch factor: Imaginator is so bad, dude, it's...so bad. F+


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