The release does have some sparkling moments, but either Dicky opens his mouth, or they commercialize the songs into pasteurized soon-to-be classic rock.
Returning to sample-splattered techno/industrial beats laced with sarcastic “the world according to PWEI” rap/ranting, the songs reestablish the humor and ego.
These three loud individuals have been around and learned how to play simply very well, with suicidal/body count ranting and a touch of speed guitar flash.
Incus was a thundering of bass until the last few songs when I could detect other instruments. They seemed to rock hard and heavy, but it was hard to tell.