You'd be forgiven if you thought you'd never hear about Bobaflex again after having been subjected to their last album, "Apologize For Nothing". However, it looks like a handpicked slot on a past incarnation of the "Gigantour" and a number of well, dirt tours, does go a long way - even if it doesn't necessarily make for better music.

While more stylized and listenable than the bands past outings, the chest-thumping bravado and nu-metal/faux rock radio grooves that power these tracks along still come with a pungent cheese factor. If you could imagine a mixture of Drowning Pool, Powerman 5000 and Queen, with some vague prog tendencies thrown in, you'd have a good idea of what we're dealing with here. A mismatched band that does stick out like a sore thumb in today's rather saturated metal(core) scene, but not always in a good way.

For you see, while there are catchy moments on hand, the elements used to construct them are painfully dated and more often than not, groan-inducing. Toss in an attempt at a glam ballad and a quirky System Of A Down-like expressiveness and you get an inconsistent/dated album that seems destined for the bargain bin anywhere outside of the American Midwest.