stalled out after the 2001 LP . Leader was dealing with , membership was in flux, and 's infamous label woes were a constant headache. But the long-running New Orleans outfit wasn't going to go out like that, and started the resuscitation process in summer 2003. He tapped original drummer , and vet offered to handle bass and production. producer also signed on. The result is , a typically pummeling tribute to the Art of the Riff, but an album that also finds new methods of mayhem. 's vocals never waver from a raging and vengeful wronged-soul growl. But his guitar work searches out tense melodies amidst the animalistic main riffs, and and are relentlessly rhythmic without sacrificing dynamics. 's slight shifts of time signature are incredible, increasing the song's power while highlighting its pained chorus. suggests , shuttles between a swirling limbo of sorrow and an explosively percussive chorus, and alters the tempos yet again behind one of the album's most ferocious riffs. (The guitar line, roughly tabbed: "Da-na-da-na-DA-naah-[space]-da-deh-deh-deh-deh....") isn't an album to change minds about . It spits out chunks of sludgy with plain and simple intent, just like all the band's records have. It gives the room and the reason to scream oaths like "I got a call to rule the underworld -- that passion burns in me" and "Dirt underneath me but light up above/Destroy what's in your way and never lose love for yourself." It's 's return to recording, and fans will love it. ~ Johnny Loftus