After the moderate success of ' 1992 LP, , the Venice-based quartet decided to ditch the ballads and return to their patented rebellious thrash. With , their follow-up album, they probably hoped for a return to underground credibility. But this album did little to retrieve credibility, and a lot to lose their growing fanbase. There's no debating, , was not well received by their label. Even by ' standards, it's downright profane. Unfortunately, it's also not quite as effective. Unlike their earlier work, this collection exhibits little that could be considered revolutionary. Unless you consider foul-mouthed, posturing funk-thrash subversive. Gone is the social criticism of , only to be replaced by self-absorbed tracks like and . This was especially disappointing, because lead vocalist has many times proven himself as one of the most clever lyricists in the heavy metal genre. When separated from the lyrics, though, isn't a bad album. The guitar solos are terse and pertinent, and the tempo and energy support the intensity of 's vocals. It's an effective delivery, as the group's technical capabilities--which, in general, far exceed most comparable skater-punk bands--are placed on display more than on any other album. For a release of misdirected anger and pointless frustration, the album works fantastically. Otherwise, look up the band's earlier work. ~ Kieran McCarthy