DR. CHUD’S X-WARD: Diagnosis for Death: CD

I remember the day I gave up on the Misfits. I was sitting in a diner, wrestling was on the TV, and I saw Jerry Only and Doyle gleefully squirting ketchup and mustard on a fallen bad guy. That was it; the Misfits jumped the shark. Dr. Chud, former drummer of the new Misfits, is the physical incarnation of said shark jumping. Completely riding on his “fame” of being the drummer for a reformed band that was basically a parody of itself, he put together this atrocious CD of the most boring, run-of-the-mill bar rock I’ve ever heard. It doesn’t sound like the Misfits. It doesn’t sound like anything. Maybe a little bit like Alice in Chains, but a busted bunch-of-forty-year-old-constructon-workers-that-jam-with-their-buddies-on-weekends-style Alice in Chains. Sorry Doc, crappy songs with lyrics about Frankensteins and stuff are still just crappy songs. I hereby give this album the ultimate dis! It sucks!

 –ben (Bloodwork)