While highly reminiscent of “In Becoming A Ghost” era The Faceless, it just can’t keep up. There are some awesome solos here and there, and the operatic cleans are, well… tolerable. But it just doesn’t deliver on a gifted level the way Keene manages to tie up his projects. You can definitely tell there’s something special here, but this sounds like great musicians writing great songs. Which is great! Just not… essential. Overall it’s a sweet metal album from top to bottom aside from the apparent silliness in the lyrical department.
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