It can be plainly stated that although Anthrax lost most of their viability when Joey Belladonna was out of the picture, that the band didnt completely die until they lost Dan Spitz and the subsequent release of this utter travesty. At this point basically anything that even resembles the good aspects of grunge and hard rock were ejected from their sound and what is left is probably the blandest and most redundant pile of groove feces possible while still just barely missing all out Mallcore territory. The Limp Bizkit tendencies are definitely here, but it still retains just enough elements of the early 90s Pantera sound to qualify as Metal in some respects.
There are actually two aspects of this album that make it superior, in a relative sense, than Sound Of White Noise. The first is that the guitar tone has been cleaned up a bit so as not to sound like the mud butt soaked mess that was present before, resulting in a sound that is somewhat closer to what was heard on Persistence Of Time, though the boring as hell guitar grooves that are being used do not bring it anywhere near being enjoyable. The second being that Dimebag Darrel has been tapped to fill Spitzs shoes, and being the crazed fret board blazer that he is, actually upstages his predecessor in the technical department.
Make no mistake though, what is heard on here is absolute garbage, albeit fairly well sugarcoated garbage when you account for the production quality and the improved guitar sound. Picture two nice big pieces of savory cheesecake floating in a toilet full of runny excrement and youll have what these positive elements amount to. Each one of these songs is an exercise in sheer droning, repetitive boredom with really annoying Scott Weiland meets Fred Durst vocals. Sometimes the grooves are semi-tolerable like in the case of Fueled and In A Zone, and at other times they throw in some really ear piercing high end dissonant guitar noise like in Drop The Ball and Riding Shotgun which grates in a way that makes some of the crap on Through The Ashes Of Empires sound pleasant by comparison.
One thing that can be said about this album which pretty well separates it from a lot of others by Anthraxs half-thrash contemporaries is that its consistent. There isnt really a whole lot that separates one song from the next in terms of quality, baring the incorporation or removal of certain annoying guitar and vocal effects. One exception is the famed radio oriented single Nothing, which drops the groove metal and hard core influences for an even duller and lamer brand of pseudo-heavy alternative rock. Picture something by Eve 6 or Sponge and then throw in a little lead guitar slot and youve got it. The other exception is Bare, which actually comes off as a joke considering that its a poorly sung rehash of what Gin Blossoms had been doing on their acoustic music for a couple years on an album populated with bad mallcore.
If you wanted to point to a single song on here that really stands out as being good in any respect, the winner would be In A Zone, which ventures the closest towards the Sound Of White Noise character of sound. The chorus riff actually sounds pretty similar to the interlude riff heard after the guitar solo on Guns N Roses Welcome To The Jungle, while the rest of it sounds like a fairly consistent worship session of Alice In Chains Dirt. Bushs vocals are also free of most of that really grating quasi-rapped version of vocalizing that dominates this style of music.
No self-respecting thrash band would put out something like this at all, let alone put it out and then complain in interviews later on that your labels wanted nothing to do with you because youre an old thrash metal band, because this is not thrash metal. In fact, most of it isnt even heavy metal if youre relying on standards of the genre aside from heaviness, which would qualify every single nu-metal band for the category. If you liked any of Anthraxs previous works, including the lackluster Sound Of White Noise, avoid this like crazy. There are better things to do with your time, like analyzing the ass end of a cow with a really bad case of gas.