Returning to sample-splattered techno/industrial beats laced with sarcastic “the world according to PWEI” rap/ranting, the songs reestablish the humor and ego.
Release is one of those rare works that can catch a listener on the anger factor alone. Frustration drips from the CD like toxic waste from a treatment plant.
You’ll identify Helmet’s distinctive sonic attack in milliseconds. Betty continues where Meantime left off and treads some new territory, but not much.