You have got to be freaking kidding me.  Not only is the album name a swinging pendulum of putridity, but the cover is the kind of meaningless sub-Dream Theater monstrosity that would only look good airbrushed on a 1977 Econoline redone by Choo Choo Customs.

Should we bring back the worst album cover of the year tournament?  Actually, I would love nothing more!  Accepting nominations now!

(HT: Ned Raggett)

—Lucas