review by: Mladen Škot

(A note to my band members: if anything happens to me, or you don't hear from me for more than a month, just use the guitar tracks I've sent you and make an album out of them. Even two albums, if you can. I trust you guys. All I want is to leave something behind me. But don't listen to Voivod before doing it.)

Yes, Infini is the second album Voivod made after the death of their original guitarist Denis "Piggy" D'Amour. If you're a Voivod fan, after reading the rest of this review, please direct your complaints to the editor, not to the writer. The writer doesn't have any Voivod albums, didn't even tape or burn any of them, as they weren't interesting (same for the editor, but bring the complaints on anyway - ed.). The same goes for this, last and final one.

Good for Voivod that they managed to assemble full songs out of various guitar riffs, tracks and track parts bequeathed to them by D'Amour. But sentimentality aside, from a band that’s supposed to be a metal act, this is not metal. Not even "progressive" metal. And certainly not anything that an open-minded metal fan would still, somehow, call his own.

A few riffs per song, repetitive, monotonous, whiny, irritating vocals, grunge drums and boring bass (yes, it's still Jason Newsted) don't do anything special but irritate.

The song titles might be catchy, but all we can hear is money. Not as in "did it for the money," but as in "did it because they had money" — in other words, this album could have just as well been done by any group of spoiled, urban kids without a care in the world and with nothing to prove or fight for. Just 'cos it sounds cool to repeat that sentence 16 times, y'know? And that riff is soooo groovy. Well, after you've heard it four times it's no longer interesting. Let alone forty times. Shortly, nothing interesting here. Get Killing Joke instead. (3/10)