Tori at her most flexible and multi-faceted. The sheer length of the album could be a turn off to people who don’t have the time or perseverance to harvest it.
The rich hooks and ringing guitars are still here, but now so are dance beats that bring out a whole new color, and recall OMD, The Cure, and Morrissey.
Beginning life as a poisonous black metal cabal, moving through luminous, magical industrial metal, through too much techno, and now, back to a heavy medium.
Reference points I might use: He compares Bush and Cheney to the Dukes of Hazzard in their ability to escape impossible predicaments with improbable ease.
Sung and recorded better than a Sentenced album, but every time the verse starts, you’re bored. Stodgy, oppressive songs which, in the end, aren’t that heavy.
Accessible, fast-paced, arcade-style hitting, pitching, and fielding. Brawls. An entertaining create-a-rookie mode, and an addictive homerun/destruction derby.
The best of their past, combined with new, forward-looking tricks to become something flawless. Fresh, nostalgic, beefy, futuristic, classic, and catchy.
Chugging, tense rock with a non-denominational punk ethic curling under hardened boogie cum cock rock guitars/rhythms from a gritty-eyed libertarian position.