Since Pennywise take as kindly to progression as they do to corporate America, you can bet your bottom dollar they’ll be sounding this way for a long while.
One minute it’s feedback and synthesizers, the next (by way of awkward transitions, most of the time) it’s Huntington Beach circa ’83, spiked mohawks and all.
Unparalleled in its multi-dimensional brilliance: An album full of rippled horizons, maddening crescendos, overwhelming subtlety, and unworldly melodies.
More teeth-grinding, balls-to-the-wall technical death metal. These Floridian boys have finally snapped out of that “a new album every six years” thing.