On his sophomore effort, Rob Zombie weighs in with a decided "no." That's why The Sinister Urge is a laundry list of mythical menace, from demons to dead girls. It's delivered with all the ingenuity of Friday the 13th, Part VI. Hearing Zombie grunt out devilish double-talk, like Satan straining to unconstipate himself, over pneumatic guitars is as expected as Jason's requisite slaying of the B-movie blonde with the breast size that bests her IQ. Thus, the few new elements worked into the fold on The Sinister Urge -- "Go to California" boasts horns and turntables, "Never Gonna Stop" is abetted by helium-huffing, Perry Farrellesque vocals, "Ironhead" contains an ill-advised foray into rap -- are all as token as the dialogue of the hacked-up hottie. There's no whining, no consoling, and definitely no therapy; just proof plenty that Zombie could use a bit of the latter.