have dabbled in heavy metal before; their masterpiece was metal adjacent, and other bits here and there across the group's expansive and ever-growing catalog have hinted at their love for pummeling rhythms, massed guitar riffing, and fantastical lyrical conceits. On 2019's , the band go full metal. Often working in a small version of the band under the direction of vocalist/guitarist , they've made a heavy-as-molten-lead song cycle about the death of Earth and the colonization of nearby planets by those who can afford it. It's fast, loud, and gnarly with traces of , , and a number of second-tier British and American bands from the late '70s and early '80s who fused the energy of punk with the dual-track guitar solos, dystopian words, and riffage of early metal. The concept the band lay out is strong, the lyrics tell a compelling, if harrowing, story -- and sings his guts out. He howls like , growls like , and swaggers like as the rhythm section of and drummer push things forward like they are running a race while being chased by demons. even displays some fine double bass work on a few tracks. 's guitar playing is flammable, maybe even a little more than usual. His leads on "Self-Immolate" feel like they might void warranties on speakers, the riffs on tracks like "Hell" and "Planet B" are like hammers to the brain, and he basically sounds like he's on a mission to be all three of 's guitarists at once. The album is gloomy, doomy, and haunted by evil thoughts, and even the occasional moment like the -style romp "Mars for the Rich," which sounds like the best kind of windows-rolled-down summer metal, are shot through with despair for the human race. aren't sugarcoating anything, either musically or thematically, and that makes for their most timely and political album yet. It's also one of their most musically compelling and impressive, too, and that's saying a lot. ~ Tim Sendra