Just the other day as I was squeezing the sweetbreads at my local supermarket, I overheard one a'them young whippersnappers say that "rok is dead, man." I gasped. To think that it had happened in the 15 minutes since I left my apartment! I bought the best cow brains that I could find, leaped into my Humvee and raced home, sweating at the possible extinction of ego-driven guitar chord-rock. What I found there put my fears to rest: Geezer's Black Science.

Oh yes, rock is indeed alive, if not a little wrinkly. Remember Geezer Butler? No? He was the founding father of Black Sabbath, therefore a founder of heavy metal as we know it today. I'll give him that. What should you expect from Black Science though? Groundbreaking? Original? Fresh? Nah. You know the drill, riffs layered upon riffs with bad-boy (formerly big-hair) vocals, though they did bother to send everything through a synth to distort it a bit. Extremely heavy-handed and clearly trying very hard to sound new, but coming across like Stabbing Westward with more guitars (and weren't they just a NIN knockoff anyway?) Prediction: bargain bin fodder in less than eight months. Save your money for patches, man.

-James P. Wisdom