Heartwork makes Swansong look like a limp dick. Carcass chose not to further their technical abilities, but to rehash every Maiden and Priest riff available.
Simple horror piano, mountainous powerchords, gongs, timpanis, bellowing melodies like those you might expect from a tavern filled with burly, drunk warriors.
While the second half may slump into rebel stomp mediocrity, weighty Metallica-esque conceptualizations, and a ballad, the record starts off strong, really.
Imagine an Yngwie student chopping up those scales to a sterile progressive power metal wank littered with meaty guitar hooks and dickless warbling vocals.