Title: Mike Patton eating steak
Product review: Maybe if I hadn't heard Mike Patton's brilliance in Angel Dust or Disco Volante, I could enjoy this album as dirty slime rock. But I have heard him do far better, and this is a disappointment.The vocals on this album have two directions: low snearing growls and yelps. That's it. It sounds like Mike Patton is trying to start bar fights, and although that may fit in the theme of the album, it doesn't do much for the listener except make him/her think that Patton is a meathead shoving people around. Gone are the complex vocal melodies and depth that made him a cult legend, here we see him riding on the coattails of former work while he builds a reputation as an indie businessman instead of musician.It's sad to see your heroes fall from grace, especially when they're only in their early 30's and have so much left to give. I hope the macho wears off soon.
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