I don't remember the order, but I soon read a whole list of his books: Night Chills, Lightning, Phantoms, Midnight. They were all page-turners and I loved them, particularly Lightning and Midnight.
But then I started reading some bad ones. I didn't like The Bad Place. Mr. Murder wasn't very good either. There were a few others just as dreadful and I stopped reading them.
But today, I was listening to the audiobook version on my way home from work and came across this passage:
That pounding, frenetic, unmelodic heavy-metal rock was a collection of monotonous chords and even more monotonous atonal riffs, so soul-less and mind-numbing that it might have been the music produced by a civilization of intelligent machines long after man had passed from the face of the earth.Ah, Dean, Phil Anselmo has something to say about that: