Piece of Works

Piece Of Work???? Piece of shit is more like it. This woeful crap is a sorry embarrassment to be referred to as heavy metal in the slightest. Albert Bouchard was a significant member of the great Blue Oyster Cult; it's a shame he brings nothing he displayed in that band to this one. Deb Frost's vocals are appalling at best, downright dreary and watered down to a level that can only be described as wimpy. Check out her mournful delivery on the lead track, Biloxi - it makes fingernails on a chalkboard seem melodic by comparison. Over the course of every track she songs on, she appears to be reaching for a combination of whispery, vampy and sultry, yet fails miserably on all counts - never rising above raspy, squeaky and utterly pathetic. And this from a former rock critic???? Judging by her lousy vocal ability, I'd say Deb Frost is the last person to be criticizing anyone's singing.

And the songs themselves are nothing to rave about - tepid, slow and meandering with no edge or bite whatsoever. This type of slop barely even registers a pulse - lifeless and devoid of energy. Bland, dull, boring and a complete waste of time to slog through in search of anything worthwhile. The closest any track comes to contributing something of substance is Bouchard's drum solo in Prince Albert In The Cans, which is the 21st track out of 22, and while mildly interesting, it mostly seems as if Albert simply mailed in the vast majority of his performance. Even a real brain surgeon couldn't rescue this garbage from life support. Thoroughly awful.