These giant-eyeballed San Franciscans were once rock iconoclasts who brought back animal trophies and tall tales from alien worlds. Today, The Residents are a cute cult attraction that hides under the bed. The Voice ofMidnight is a schlocky send-up of E.T.A. Hoffmann’s tale about the Sandman monster. It’s pure melodrama and The Residents are there to drop in tacky synthesizer strings and Aqua Net-huffing metal-guitar solos. Besides the Sandman’s guttural threats, the camp grows unbearable. Midnight could’ve had the sinister aura of last year’s Tweedles (a tale about a sexually depraved clown… don’t ask), but The Residents still play it too safe this time.