One of the most varied songs in the Haunted artillery. Sinister in its delivery it gradually snowballs from slow-burning delicacy to an abrasive hate-fuelled stomp.

Largely positive in its message, it represents another example of The Haunted’s ever increasing tendencies towards mixing subtle atmospherics with blistering rage.

One of the band’s definitive anthems, beginning with a nimble-wristed drum roll before breaking into a metallic cocktail of speed and fearsome string-led melodies. Like a thrash hand-grenade.

This begins with the sound of a marching military procession before unleashing a barrage of brutal riffs that twist with the same deadly precision as a knife through flesh.

Possibly the album’s most punishing highlight it can only be found on the largely unavailable digipack version, but a stint on eBay could prove worth its weight in gold. And riffs.

Providing a bleak, saddened and ultimately accurate sociological outlook on the world, building from chilling spoken word poetry into unconfined ferocity.

A venomous rampage of relentless drum bursts, thrash metal ferocity and scalding punk-tinged vocal rants. In exactly three terrifying minutes, The Haunted had arrived.

Yet another long standing favourite, as well as a refresher on how to mix huge hooks and bleak lyrical content without sounding like whiny little tarts.

An early glimpse into the band’s ability to mix dual-lead metallic harmonies with huge yet ultimately violent hooks, however dark the subject at hand.

Just as its name would suggest this lethal album opener detonates with unnerving power, topped by a rejuvenated Dolving’s refined yet ever spiteful bark.

Arguably their most hardcore influenced track to date. Filled with rampant drumming and a crushing middle breakdown, this is two and a half minutes of uncensored fury.

A no holds barred assault that will leave you bruised and bloodied. If having your arse repeatedly kicked with running-spikes for three and a half minutes appeals to you, look no further.

A raw and uncompromising speed metal tornado that leaves a feeling akin to having your balls repeatedly slapped with nettles. Happy listening, shithead.

Undoubtedly the most rock and roll infused effort in Haunted history. Shifting gears with ease and regularity, it stands as one of the album’s most intriguing moments.

A gut-busting kick drum flurry paves the way for a mammoth opening groove, before slowing to a spoken word standstill as a fresh source of creativity is tapped.

‘Forgive my lack of empathy / Oh I just love watching you bleed’ taunts Dolving as staggered riffs and rich harmonies entwine to create a venomous canvas of interpersonal contempt.

Electro-acoustic serenity kick-starts this melancholy tale of uncertainty, before breaking into a mid-tempo-skip of bouncing riffs and stomach-churning bass rumbles.

‘How does it feel to be the victim! / Victim! / Victim!’ spits an irate Dolving atop a canvas of dense guitar grooves. Devastating proof that payback is indeed a bitch.

The proverbial garden fence, showcasing the quintet’s penchant for balancing lightning-paced precision with gentle, more subtle melodic passages to great effect.

One of the band’s catchiest yet often overlooked efforts. Boasting the closest to a sing-along chorus they’re likely to produce, the material that followed would appear truly staggering.