Dead expected, Barnes’ true middle median average centrist death vocal over dull production, simple arrangements, one tone throughout, no layers, no surprises.
It’s still, technically speaking, sludgecore, but Eyehategod are now much closer to a slothful psychedelic stoner rock act than the obnoxious fumes of old.
This somewhat ignored act are back with a tight, taught, grinding record of tuneful Gothic metal. The grooves are large, the guitars pounding each track home.
The man with a past that’s most committed to, married to, and having his way with, all the rules of power metal practiced by those vacant of such a past.