It speaks VOLUMES of how shitastic Six Feet Under albums truly are when Chris Barnes has to turn to a bunch of wiggers in order to get things right. Of course, these are wiggers after all, so how good can the new Six Feet Under album possibly be? Simply put, it is not. Chris Barnes voice sounds as if the gay pirate from Autopsy paid him a visit one night and brutally force fucked his throat as punishment for Chris having dared to try on a pair of Birkenstocks. Chris' throat sounds used and thoroughly abused here, which is obviously not a very brutal thing, considering that he allowed himself to be violated in such a manner.
I'm still confused that everyone persists on praising the musical endeavors of the wiggers that participated on this album as the majority of the shit being churned out of the speakers sounds strikingly similar to Killswitch Engage, As I Lay Dying or any of the other homoliscious bands that have come rampaging out of their closets within the last decade. I guess that everyone wants to "believe" that Chris Barnes still has it in him. The only thing Chris has in him is the gay pirate from Autopsy's wooden cock... shoved straight up his ass.