Everything on here sounds clean and accessible, even when it’s stomping out a Godzilla-sized trail of destruction. There are some seriously weighty riffs peppered throughout the album, as well as those crunching breakdowns, but it all sounds a little too polished and honed. They’ve traded the spit and grit of a sweat-slicked club for the scale and bombast of the arena, with both positive and negative results.
They haven’t taken the nu-metal route that so many of their peers have in recent years, and this is still very much a metalcore album, but with a few extra ingredients scattered about. Opener The Face Of Hate and follow-up Breaking The Mirror up the rock and metal quotient, with clean guitar lines and wailing solos. The title track borrows from latter-day Parkway Drive in its measured hooks and God Of Fire mixes slamming breakdowns and skittering electronica in more or less equal measure.