All good but then came this pernicious “Agent… sorry, Angel Rat” which saw the guys rocking with goofy abandon, not disguising their passion anymore for their idols Pink Floyd, Rush and the likes. Fans of all kinds of diversifiers were swiftly emerging in the late-80’s, and Voivod’s trippy futuristic experiment easily found its fandom. His investigation will invariably lead him to this “Nothingface” again, the album that erased whatever vestiges of roars and thrash were left in the band’s repertoire, but still provided an interesting spaced-out take on the progressive metal idea. Yeah, the judge in court isn’t amused, to put it mildly, and he’s determined to find out what the hell led to this “outer-limited” stumble, this tag based on the accusers’ words, mind you, not on his exposure to it. “Where’s the thrash? Where are the roars? Where’s the technology? And this new face that you’re flagging around… don’t look at me! I much prefer this earlier, nothingface of yours!” Nevermind that but seriously, the once threateningly rrroooaaarrring gang of proud Canadian warriors was worryingly losing the ties to its roots, and the album reviewed here is a shining testimony to that. Damn right there was cause I’m not sure how far down “the goofy progressive rock” rabbit hole the band would have reached if this vociferous outcast Eric Forrest hadn’t appeared on the horizon, and the rude awakening called “Negatron” hadn’t arrived in all its industrialized abrasive glory… not to mention its even more appalling sibling that emerged later… was it Rhodos? Or Robos? Or Phobos?
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