So was the wait worth it? Sure; if you're a Revco fan, certainly. If you're just an occasional industrial rock fan, or worse, a self-proclaimed Fragile Nine Inch Nails bandwagon jumper claiming to be an industrial fan, maybe not so much (but then again, you probably wouldn't be waiting for a record from the Revolting Cocks now, would you?). Revco does pump up the aggression and voltage in this release, which sounds more like a Ministry album than a Revolting Cocks release, taking cues from Psalm 69, which may be the album's saving grace. But that's to be somewhat expected as Uncle Al and his anti-Bush, anti-organized religion, anti-people, anti-everything cronies take the reigns again, this time around consisting of Jello Biafra (Lard, Melvins), Gibby Haynes of Butthole Surfer fame (having been made somewhat (in)famous by recording "Jesus Built My Hotrod" while drunk, which appeared on Ministry's Psalm 69), Rick Nielsen (Cheap Trick), Phildo Owen (Skatenigs), Mark Baker (Ministry) and Stevie Banch (Spyder Baby). The lineup completely changes almost every time they release new material, but they hardly ever release new material, so it's probably hardly noticed by the under-uninitiated.

The album consists of the usual grinding guitars, drum machine beats, industrialized synth-based noise, sexual, wry, tongue-in-cheek humor, and heavily manipulated, scream-your-lungs-out vocal rants that make your throat sore just listening to it. Jello throws in his usual sardonic take on life every few tracks (which, ironically or not, are some of the album's best) with his undeniable vocal style, which helps break up the monotony and repetitiveness of the other tracks. Not that being repetitive and monotonous is a bad thing, especially in industrial music. That's what makes it industrial after all.

Tracks that take the cake however must be the society self-examination anthem "Viagra Culture" and "Psalm 69"-like rocker "Devil Cock." There are a few dropouts that could've used longer in the boiling pot, such as "Ten Million Ways to Die" and "Fire Engine", but for the most part the album surges along quickly but fairly well from one track to another, as well as one can expect from Revco anyway.

One of the drawbacks to this album, however, is that it doesn't really "belong" anywhere. There are certain albums that I own that are good for one thing or another. For instance, when I need a good shot of adrenaline, I'll throw in some Ministry via Land of Rape & Honey, The Mind is a Terrible Thing to Taste, or Psalm 69, Killswitch Engage, Early Metallica, or the first three songs on Rust in Peace from Megadeth. When I feel like a depressed loser, I'll let Arco, Empress, some Azure Ray or Sufjan Stevens console me. But so far, I've not reached for Cocked & Loaded for anything. It doesn't really get me excited, certainly doesn't make me depressed; it's just there. Maybe all in good time.