You know a CD is not going to be very engaging when the opening track takes nearly a full minute to get going and still manages to drudge itself along like a beached whale trapped in quick drying cement. At times the music seems to pick up some speed and move somewhere productive, but alas the best-laid plans go to waste with a character like Chris Barnes at the helm. When you've done more weed than can be produced in the entire continent of North America you know the creative aspect of the music is in dire straits.
The only track that I found warranted some repeat spins was "Victim Of The Paranoid" and that even seems to lag behind at times. Tracks such as "Torture Killer" were self-induced torture to listen to even once and "Brainwashed" made me wonder how I had been brainwashed into buying this slightly upscale coaster with a circular saw blade graphic. Almost every track sounds like the guitars never venture beyond the sixth fret in power chords and it is a failed formula of reconstructing songs within this frame over and over for the entire disc which become tiresome to a listener who wants to be kept on their toes.
Barnes' vocal stylings are also something that are beyond comical in certain instances and can really wear on the listener. The first time I spun this disc when I picked it up I couldn't get past the sixth track because of the lack of variation and monotone vocals. Some bands can maintain a certain formula with success for a whole album (i.e. SLAYER or CRYPTOPSY), but SIX FEET UNDER just can't do it at all and the formula could only appeal to those who share the lifestyle of Barnes' perma-stoned leanings.
CANNIBAL CORPSE was a smarter choice and Barnes should have stuck with something that worked instead of branching out to produce this slow and lethargic piece. Not often do I regret purchasing the albums I own since I tend to weed (no pun intended) out the weaker albums that are not purchase worthy…this being one of them. (Online January 24, 2004)