Mutha Krysztoff did his usual brilliant work in the studio, but with Father Slave barely involved, Bile is missing half the chromosomes for a decent disc.
Quicksand is dead, but Stillsuit is very alive. They have those energetic and influential “post hardcore” stylings that worked for Shift, and they work here.
When Aaron Lewis isn’t crooning, croaking, and moaning mournfully about how really shitty the world is and how much he doesn’t like it, he’s screaming.
With distorted vocals, crisp drums, crunching guitars, and samples, Immune is a chaotic picture littered with the debris of a culture rapidly destroying itself.
Agony uses some of the dumbest clichés in the genre, but Oppressor quickly leap to the next change before I get pissed enough to throw the CD across the room.