Blunt, boorish words you can understand, riffs you’ll remember after the smoke’s cleared, production loud and proud, rhythms touched by the hand of chaos.
Don’t expect too many surprises, except maybe that they’re still so good. The acoustic closer is a side of the band that hasn’t reared its head too often.
A power trio that possess ludicrous technical prowess as well as rhythmic dexterity, daring to challenge The Police and Talking Heads for their thrones.
Hired hands from Sigur Ros, Múm, and The Black Heart Procession help Jimmy Lavelle create his best work, and one of this year’s most devastating records.
How many Fear Factory clones does the world need, especially now that Dino-less Fear Factory themselves are an unsatisfying clone of their former selves?