
Essentially, Voodoocult bordered on the status of an 'actual band' here, and less a circus of stars that was likely being exploited to sell a few records. But there's still a major hurdle: the ridiculous and inconsistent songwriting. And an astronomical hurdle: Philip Boa himself. His vocals are a little less grating and acidic here, but he's instead subdued and lazy sounding, and the lyrics and titles have only marginally improved to fare like "Welcome to a New Season of Deathwish", "Death of a Kung Fu Fighter" and "King of the Beautiful Cockroach". It almost feels as if to accommodate Jim Martin, he decided to make the material stranger and more 'artsy'. But there are some decent riffs, like the meaty industrial thrash of "I Close My Eyes Before I Bleed to Death" in which Boa at least sings the chorus with an ethereal aesthetic, or "Welcome to A New Season of Deathwish", where Martin and Aubalarach shine off on some groovy thrash.
But these moments are few, and vastly outnumbered by the crap that clings to the arse of this man's ambitions. Tracks like "The Stranger" and "Egomania" are ridden with bad rock grooves and worse vocals, and there are some vapid, disposable straight metal razors like "Exorcized by a Kiss" and the bonus track "Electrified Scum". Voodoocult experiments a lot more than its predecessor, with Boa clearly attempting to incorporate sleaze metal and industrial akin to what bands like Mind Bomb and KMFDM were doing successfully. The projct still sucked, and remained a waste of time and talent for the guest musicians, but it almost felt like there were an actual direction here beyond 'let's get some famous friends and make a band'. It is not an experience I'd recommend to anyone, but it's certainly impinges on the tastes less than the stunningly awful debut.
Verdict: Fail [2.25/10] (I celebrate the coronation of my own tristesse)
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