Thank god you missed Saint Anger. They made an intentionally bad album because they thought that is what lo-fi meant (during the surge of unpolished garage band music of the early 00's). That faggot Lars kept his snare heads loose so it would sound like he was beating on a 55-gallon oil drum. James wrote a bunch of crybaby therapy lyrics. People still meme that shitty album to this day. "My lifestyle determines my deathstyle" indeed.