To make my feelings on Sadness Will Prevail clear, I want you to imagine a scenario. Let's say you've blacked out on the way home after a night out, and you wake up in an unfamiliar place. It becomes apparent that you're chained to the wall in a shitty, dark basement full of rust and mold. You have no idea where you are or how you got there. Your captor makes himself known soon enough. He's a bearded redneck who has clearly taken a lot of dubios meds throughout his life. He's a twitchy, paranoid psychopath who lurks around the basement muttering about his ex-wife, giving you long, paranoid lectures about the American government's secret sinister agendas or building little forts out of assorted garbage. Sometimes he just sits there in the corner staring and pointing his shotgun at you. When he's not in the room you can hear him making all kinds of ominous noises upstairs. Obviously, you're very frightened and confused. You have no idea whether or not he's actually going to hurt you - but the bloodstained power tools in the corner certainly aren't a good sign.
This goes on for several days. One morning you hear a terrible racket upstairs, and the cops come bursting into the basement. You're free! But they couldn't catch the man. He's disappeared without a trace.
The musical equivalent of this experience, obviously, is Today is the Day's massive Sadness Will Prevail. It's not just a double album, it's a 30-song, nearly three-hour monster collection of twisted sound experiments, amateurish piano ditties and the usual TITD psycho noise-metal. Sometimes proggy, sometimes sludgy, but always extremely negative and occasionally downright unlistenable. You never know what's going to happen next, and the overall mood is about as tense and creepy as the final scenes of Silence of the Lambs. This is the kind of music only a truly disturbed mind could make. As such, even when it doesn't quite strike a nerve it's hard to call it filler - it's just too loaded with depression, anger and general negativity. Lives up to its title, to put it mildly.
I'd like to cut to the chase and simply explain how much I like the album, but I can't. After several listens I find it absolutely impossible to judge or rate this album. How would you rate a video of a guy inflicting severe wounds on himself over and over? While TITD has always been equal parts disturbed and disturbing, this album takes it to a whole new level. It is simply an extended journey through Steve Austin's tortured, nightmarish psyche. A sadomasochistic experience rather than a regular album. This is the sound of one man alone with his rage and depression. As such, I declare it unratable, at least for me. To paraphrase Roger Ebert, it is what it is and occupies a world where the stars don't shine. I recommend it, but more as an endurance test than as good music.
EDIT: After several close listens I still can't put a rating on the album as a whole, but I can certainly say I like it. Disc 1 has tons of great songs ("The Descent", "Death Requiem", "The Ivory of Self-Hate", "Invincible" and the title track stand as particularly harrowing masterpieces), and while the mostly instrumental disc 2 gets a bit too abstract they form a great experience as a whole. At its best, this album is incredible emotional avant-metal, at its worst it's a fascinating trainwreck. It's not easy to tell exactly what Steve Austin was trying to achieve, but it's an awe-inspiring artistic statement either way. So I do recommend it, musically AND as an endurance test! It's an experience, that's for sure. But after all, I still find it unrateable. This particular album's merits can't be expressed in a simple number, I think.