Imagine an Yngwie student chopping up those scales to a sterile progressive power metal wank littered with meaty guitar hooks and dickless warbling vocals.
I don’t know why they want to be Filter, but if they keep not doing what they’re good at, perhaps they’ll succeed in being a second-rate flash-in-the-pan.
Still has the hyperspeed attack, with cheesy lyrics about bleeding, bludgeoning, evil, and madness, mixed in with Judas-Priest-recorded-in-a-sewer-pipe metal.