is the first-ever retrospective. The collection is steeped both visually and aurally in the scary monsters, sexy women, and schlock horror images that have always adorned 's death's-head calling card; from a strictly musical standpoint, his turgid sludge and beyond-the-grave vocals benefit greatly from the set's liberal editing. That's because has always had one fabulously filthy gear, and his pedal is always scraping the metal; 's 19 tracks simply streamline his career's death race into one satisfying 2000-mile straightaway. and the incredible, impossible, wonderfully stupid attack the eardrums with toxic vengeance; collaborations with and approach the proto- grind of ; and kooky covers of run the originals' beat through a freaky fun house filled with lurid porn samples and booty-shaking bottom end. (The latter track even pulls poor into a duet with and raunchy protegee ). is just dumb, but again, you have to be amazed at 's ability to get away -- and even do well with -- such stupidity. After all, behind the dreads, monster makeup, and platform boots, is a likeable, talented creative with a flair for reinvention. Like so much of his source material, his work isn't meant for deep contemplation -- only chomping-at-the-bit consumption. That's why he can make it sound like he invented the word "Yeah!" In addition to its host of past guilty pleasures, includes two previously unreleased songs and a DVD with ten -directed music videos, three of them never before seen. Never known for his humbleness, also designed the accompanying full-color, 36-page booklet, which includes a bizarre photo timeline in which the Astrocreep seems to age 50 years in less than 20. ~ Johnny Loftus