Put sacrilegious artwork on the album and piss off families of victims from the tragedy that happened in New York City in 2001. Yes, classy lounge-act SLAYER has a new album.
In a last attempt to hump as much cash out of their meth-addicted fan base, a dying breed of mulleted southern gentlemen that wear t-shirts with missing sleeves and smiles with missing teeth, Slayer has hacked a few dancin’ ditties together and wants to meet everyone at the back of the barn for a little down-home country sucking. The suckitude of Slayer is appalling.