The kings of weirdo-thrash return with a record that slightly moves away from the early black vents of frustration and into a cyber-psychedelic kingdom of confusion, raw-edged primal punk and tribal sharpness. It's still recognisable as Voivod, from Away's classic demented artwork to Snake's vocal sneer, and there's no mistaking the metallic clanking of Piggy's guitar strains, but from here, the band would break from their militant wasteland chants and transform into psych rock gods, still maintaining that heavy dose of oddness and creeping radiation.'Killing Technology' is still Sex Pistols meets Slayer with a sprinkling of Pink Floyd's surrealism, 'Tornado' is very much 'thrash' Sabbath with its wild solo's and Away's shuffling drums, but 'Too Scared To scream' is more disorientated rock 'n' roll, but album high notes are the superb 'Ravenous Medicine', the gloomy beginnings of 'This Is Not An exercise' and thrash-out ''Cockroaches'.
Not the band's greatest album, lacking the savagery of the first two records, but the early Voivod remains essential listening.
8/10
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