As soon as this album starts the production immediately fails to disentangle itself from the uniform sound of their peers. The overly mechanical drum sound and paint by numbers guitar tone sounds like any number of other bands. A happily distinguishing feature is the vocals. The voice of Sam Pisarahu moves effortlessly from a death metal-esque growl to a glass shattering screech that wouldn’t be out place in corpse paint in Norway.
The stand out moment is Savages, which boasts a great riff, and a chorus that arrives amid melodic guitar leads while Pisarahu bellows his call to arms. Sadly, it is a rare standout moment. The majority of this album sounds very run-of-the-mill, and the few experimentations when they do come, such as the lead piano line in State of Dominance, unfortunately don’t translate as well as they might have liked and end up sounding like many things were thrown at the wall and didn’t quite stick.