Room for One More

The good times ravaging the already wounded privates of heavy metal without consent continues with this promotional piece of grunge filth from 1993, otherwise known as “Room for One More”. While musically the featured track on here is not quite as simple minded as the accompanying song “Hy Pro Glo”, which had its single, it offers little more than the usual offenses common to the grunge style. When you’re tired of prefacing your redundant sludge rock songs with 3 note/chord intros, you can get really original and do it with a 2 chord riff. And while a metal band might do something just as simplistic with the guitars, there is usually something else going on that commands your attention.

It can’t be stressed enough how weak and muddy the guitar tone is on 95% of grunge albums, but when you combine riffs that use those same 2 note combinations and slow bends that Korn later adopted, your ears will be in for a world of hurt. But in spite of all the lame riffs that have been thrown together in a semi-consistent fashion and the boring blues/rock inspired solos, the worst element of this is John Bush’s atrocious vocal delivery. Although in general that nasally, goofy as hell sounding style that Scott Weiland and a few others put forward in the same fashion as the original version of the 80s pop/new wave song “Word Up” is bad, when Bush does it the results are even worse. Picture Dan Aykroyd’s character from Coneheads doing that noise whenever he gets nervous, but increase the intensity of the sound as if he’s had a rhinoceros horn shoved up his ass and you’ll get the idea.

For would be enthusiasts of this sort of music who are thinking of starting a band and trying to resurrect it, do the rest of the world a favor and stick to mowing lawns and cleaning public restrooms. But if you want to do something constructive, try getting yourself a job as a lawyer representing transsexual prostitutes, you’d wind up defending something with more balls than this. And for all of you unsuspecting fans of earlier Anthrax, who are curious about “Sound of White Noise”, spare yourself the pain and check out the Alive 2 CD, a final testament to better days.