Styx’s pomp, prog, and hard rockin’ lends itself to the orchestral treatment. 115 in the orchestra, 56 in the choir: This is a big, loud celebration of rock.
A pure, unadorned, dreamy voice placed over quick-picked progressive metal that’s so precise that it’s damn near a math metal version of Children of Bodom.
Bonz has been replaced by Lord Nelson, and beneath the new guy’s old school rapping, you get Rich’s soul-replenishing croon and his huge, grinding riffs.
Gus G. is only in his mid-20s, but with all the extreme metal around, his take on power metal is stacked with chords of an In Flames or Finnish metal nature.
Strengths are many, top being the butt-shaking riffs. Keyboard washes are a nice touch, but alas, vocals are generic hollering and the production is plastic.
350 pages of LP by LP, song by song, riff by riff, word by word attention to the band that created heavy. All the players, singers, the midgets; all of it.
These modern metal veterans haven’t gotten the exposure they deserve, writing an exotic blend of Latin rhythms, guitar textures, and post-Seps metal riffery.
Despite what you hear, this is not a mainstreamy hard rockin’ biker rock release, it’s easy-on-the-ears Immortal, a trajectory from Sons of Northern Darkness.