My 1001 Albums Journey

Yeah, this is awful, but you didn't need me to tell you that. But whatever you do, do not let that fact discourage you from listening to this - this is without a doubt an album you SHOULD listen to before you die. It's not just awful; it's uniquely, bewilderingly, even gloriously awful. You just can't convince anyone under the age of 25 that this was actually the real deal back in the early 00's. It's so bafflingly absurd that I cannot help but to respect it. And what better way to respect an album as raunchy and brash as this one than to give it the one star it's daring you to give it? As mr. Durst would put it: "fuck you and your fucking mum!"

All the magic you believed in as a child is real, and this music is the proof.

A certified freaky album. And by that I mean 70% 𝕱𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖐𝖞, and 30% 𝓕𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂.

If you look up the word 'Fun' in the dictionary, you'll be shown a picture of this album cover.

I find it intriguing how metal is, much more than any other genre of music, an island of its own. A lot of metal is exclusively listened to by metalheads, and reversely, a lot of metalheads exclusively listen to metal. Now I am most definitely not a metalhead, and as such, this music all sounds like the following to me: fast but unoriginal guitar riff - juvenile lyrics about death and/or christianity - formulaic guitar solo that sounds the exact same as all the ones that preceded it - back to singing - end. Clearly these guys really know their ways around their instruments, but the songs all sound tiringly homogenous and devoid of any authentic emotion to me, poor non-metalhead. I guess the world's simply divided into two groups of people: those who can identify with the phrase - as the top review so eloquently puts it - "FUCKING SLAYERRRR", and those who can't.