In a Warzone, the band's third, is not the album. It's unintentionally the most effective PSA against vocalists who smoke three packs a day for twenty years. Their voices are all completely shot. While the first album uses, shall we say, "non-traditional" vocalizations as a contrast to more classic rock vocals, there's no such contrast here -- it's rough vocally all the time. "Heaven All Over Again" makes me shudder.
And for whatever reason, the boys are now on a political rant, but in a vague, sloganistic way. It's just jargon: there are no clever one-liners, no intensity, and no feel of any realism. The charm and verisimilitude that pervaded the first album is also gone -- it's just lifeless and seems forced on every level. The production does not help this at all, either. It's a poorly mixed, sludgy overwrought, stilty bass piece of crap.
But the drums are good.
CD Placement rating: Pile of Death/Peaches Pile.