Human Clay

On Human Clay, Creed return with the same formula they used on their first album: lunkheaded kegger rock sculpted from tiresome grunge riffs and aggressive discharge. Quasi-spiritual lyrics that have all the resonance of a self-help manual hardly help their cause. But so what? Chances are the opiate-hungry throngs will fist-pound in unison to such insights as ”Forked tongues in bitter mouths/ Can drive a man to bleed from inside out.”