Arriving six years after , a largely instrumental album that found pushing at his prog boundaries, is a very different beast than its predecessor. Revived by the presence of two female collaborators -- vocalist and guitarist , both proving to be worthy sparring partners -- returns to gnarled, loud guitar rock on , not so much reveling in the psychedelic skronk of or the heavy stomp of but favoring an arena-ready rock that places an emphasis on such old-fashioned values as chops and social consciousness. The latter helps feel tied to its time: sings about reality television, loss of innocence, and any number of ills plaguing modern society. That doesn't feel especially contemporary isn't much of a drawback: perhaps doesn't truck with the sounds of the 2010s -- "Shame" quite clearly uses "A Change Is Gonna Come" as its template -- but he's not in revivalist mode, either, choosing to use his personal overblown traditions as a way to sound other. As always, his playing is startling: he's restless and exploratory, as susceptible to lyricism as he is to outright noise, and what makes his performance better is how he always cedes the spotlight to . Letting his vocalist be the focal point winds up giving his guitar a boost, letting it command attention even in short bursts. Sometimes, the old-fashionedness can lead and band toward embarrassing territory -- the funk workout of "O.I.L. (Can't Get Enough of That Sticky)" inspires cringes -- but usually it allows everybody space to stretch out, to let turn out great squalls of feedback and sweet runs while still retaining the attention on the song. Compared to the floating ambition of , this album feels invigorating and suggests that doesn't want to rest on his laurels, even if he's not fully committed to embracing the turmoil of the present. ~ Stephen Thomas Erlewine