Whoracle speeds through desolate landscapes, stops at a rest area and cavorts in the bushes, then jams the high-octane metal monster back into overdrive again.
Gone are the snakespit vocals, replaced by Anders Fridén and his huskier snarl. The dueling guitars, battling in mid-air like bloodthirsty hawks, remain.
Crystal clear and tight instrumentals, raw and crisp Helloween-esque singing guitars. Vocals are like early Kreator, Whiplash, or more recently, At the Gates.
Dark Tranquility, Katatonia, Dissection, and In Flames will have you spinning this disc religiously. The production and packaging alone make this essential.