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Voivod - Infini![]() Girl, you know it’s true: The quality of Away’s cover-art parallels the music quality therein. War and Pain depicts one of those zombpires donning a Prussian helmet, hissing sci-fi obscenities through his melting face while preparing to fire off some cuke-sized rounds from his Gamma World gun. Plant a ribbon on it and watch it grow. Best art, best record. Rrroooaaarrr’s mechanized apoklips machine replete with scrap-steel faced agro-naut comes in a distant second. Killing Tech’s art is far too early George Lucas for me (I like the record quite a bit though). Dimension Hatross’ cover is a subtle improvement, but the music is the result of sending Denis “Piggy” D’Amour to a local comics convention and asking him to compose a tone poem from his experience. [In Rick Moranis’ whino voice] “Hey, Hoser: If you never fucked a Klingon you don’t know what yr missin.” The fall from there was Big G Great. Now we’re – appropriately – given Infini, the bona fides swansong (merci fuckin’ beaucoup), some even with bolted nuts of the Monsieur Cochon’s six-string work stapled into place. Never mind the black steel porcine gasmask cover-art I know I’ve seen in a Michael Ninn flick, this is some ankle-deep eel shit passed off for – I hope – psychotically bathetic fans only. I would love to blame this stinker on that skidmark Jason Newsted, but, sadly, its failure rests firmly on all shoulders. Sure, Snake always sounded like he was trying to pass a walrus through his colon, but now it sounds like he’s deriving pleasure from it, all while imagining himself with a Bowie haircut and Iggy’s abs. It’s eerie. Ah, really eerie. And then the other night after a few thousand Old Fashioneds it came not so suddenly to me why I hate this record so much: These songs are actually Green Day’s. Jason Newsted, enterprising hair farmer he is, sold some of Hetfield’s old hair plugs to GD vocalist, B.J. Armstrong, the ever-eclectic collector, for a few moist-palm ditties. So ‘Strong took to the pie-anner with pen ‘n’ paper. Three days, a package of tofu-pups, 32 wheatgrass juices, four negress hookers, and a soap-on-ah-rope type serenade to a drunken Kid “I don’t do dudes” Rock (purely for inspiration purposes only) later, Newsted gets Infini. “Bite my lip and close my eyes / Take me away to paradise / I’m so damn bored I’m going blind! / And I smell like shit… Ain’t there uh reason they titled the rec Dookie, folks? [Stewart Voegtlin] Voivod
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