This is said with nothing but respect and admiration for this week's captain, who remains one of the select few among us riding for the world of Active Rock, the idea of Popular Metal, and holding a candle alight for the concept of "loud music being something that large swatches of people like": this record is fuckin' turkey.
Amy Lee's voice is not world-beating, but it suits the songs well, and acts as something of a dull knife trying to muscle its way through the thick gristle of monotonous guitar tone that encases these songs like bargain-priced pork. What works in moments fails over time, so something as genuinely powerful and pop-minded like The Big Song We All Know works for three minutes, but makes the record a drag to hang with for long periods of time.
I'm not saying that this is inelegant butt rock with no songs on it, but I am saying that many albums of inelegant butt rock with no songs on them sound a lot like this. Glad the band got to eat off this record, glad the band got to log the next 23 years of its life off that song, glad to not have to hang with this thing anymore.
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