One of Sour's greatest drawbacks is the absence of Slipknot's relentless rhythm attack, something one would expect to find on Beyond the Valley of the Murderdolls, the brainchild of 'Knot skinbasher Joey ("0") Jordison. Rather than offering a stick-splitting beatdown, Jordo picks up the seven-string and gets his shred on. He should've stuck with his day job. Equal parts Revlon rock and Hubba-Bubba punk, the Murderdolls' B-movie imagery and candy-apple licks offer no new variations on a beyond-antiquated formula. Song titles such as "She Was a Teenage Zombie" and "Grave Robbing USA" might invoke memories of old-school Misfits, but their content is pure L.A. sleaze cheese, replete with hairsprayed solos and choruses that are as huge and wooden as the Hollywood sign itself. To be fair, Slipknot's monster-mosh shtick has caused it to be somewhat underrated -- the group is capable of crafting genuinely frightening music at times. Stone Sour and the Murderdolls are also pretty scary, summoning that uneasy feeling that comes from listening to rockers with too much money, too much time and too many sycophants raving about their heroes' subpar side projects.
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