This came out in 2000 — or at least that’s when I got it. Here’s what I said about it back then (with some minor editing):
Ignore their self-destructive handle; Detroit’s Suicide Machines definitely do not have a Kevorkian complex.
They used to be a ska-punk outfit, but now that the genre is deader than Bush’s career, they’ve suddenly “evolved” on their self-titled third album, scaling back the herky-jerk scritch-scratch for the power-popcore of chart-toppers such as Offspring. Still, it’s obvious they’ve done their homework. These 14 tracks (including a cover of I Never Promised You A Rose Garden) have all the requisite guitar crunch, catchy hooks and singalong choruses. Heck, there’s even the mandatory expletive-laden rap-metal offering. It’ll probably cost them whatever remained of their old fan base. But it’s like they say: What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger — although not necessarily better.
