When first reared its bucktoothed head in 2001 with the EP, the scriveners of took note: here was something promising. With 2002's , the promise was kept; it was a debut that puzzled and excited listeners with an amalgam of styles: 's intensity and angular chops; 's squealing, complex guitars; a heaviness usually the province of and ; and drumming that risked its integrity and ventured into the territory of wank by courting . (Has anyone other than 's dared to marry percussion this complex to this extreme?) Other bands have flirted with this territory, most notably , but their attack always had one foot firmly planted in 's messy metalcore backyard. , however, are leveraging with all hooves staked in the murky underworld swamp of extreme . We are now out of and into 2004's highly anticipated follow-up, , which again puzzles and will surely alienate one old fan for every two new admirers it gathers in its net. The naysayers will note that too many concessions were made on in order to gain a wider audience, that the production is too polished and the vocals too melodic, and they are right. On there was a claustrophobic paranoia, a suffocating heaviness like an elephant's heel pressing on someone's chest; its vocals were the raw screams of an anarchist drill sergeant. digs out of the boot camp stampede and seeks out even heavier environs, going where few bands have gone before, straight down into the ocean. However, the studio polish of producer that will be agonized by underground purists turns out to be just surface glare. Lurking beneath is an expansiveness more massive than anything found on the shores. The sound on seems bottomless and infinite in the best possible way: it's not a dip in the pool; it's a headlong cliff dive into deep waters. There are remarkable no-they-didn't, yes-they-did changes littering like chum in shark territory. moves from angular to chugging with deceptive ease, turning from one to the other with a guitar lick sure to have raise a bony hand in deathly devil-horned approval. It's not just that the sound is now "oceanic," either; has always had a tendency to rehash the same dark themes and few bands have the wherewithal to attempt to broaden that vision. may not be an out and out concept album, but it's awfully close and thank god they didn't choose anything as cheesy as a blind kid playing pinball. Instead, 's chosen guide is , and a good portion of the lyrical themes on songs like are based on 's dystopian waters. It's a good fit with the music, too. Filtered through 's spyglass, the watery tales and creatures of are even more paranoid and intense than the more terrestrial . Those who choose to follow into the sea will surely agree. ~ Wade Kergan