Alternative folkish rock, with Skynard-esque vocals and slightly crunchy guitar. The vocals only occasionally become tiring. The production is incredible.
Theoretically, I’m supposed to be summarizing “what’s going on” in this issue. Well, it’s hard for me to tell what’s going on because I’m too busy going on…
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.