As only members of the Jon Crosby cult might know, this is technically April’s second go-around. Originally released Internet-only in 2006, this “retail version” is mastered for polish and has a few more cuts, and fans submitted artwork in some contest gimmick, which accounts for the hideous piece of barf gracing the cover.
Once upon a time (1998), Crosby was a hot commodity, an L.A. kid nipping at Trent Reznor’s heels with the industrial guitars and pulsating electronics that powered his debut (Visual Audio Sensory Theatre). But those days, along with a major label deal, have since fled, leaving Crosby to release a succession of moaners like this relentlessly mid-tempo dirge-fest. For message-board fans only.