On its fifth album, this Texas trio occasionally churns out some nicely thick headbanger guitar. And overall, the band's screechy metal, with its semiclassical, Zeppelin-style leanings, is less muddled than its attempts at Beatles-derived psychedelic pop. Unfortunately, bassist-singer Doug Pinnick's lyrics, straight out of a Philosophy 101 textbook, are always muddled-even when he's complaining about a target as obvious as Rush Limbaugh.


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