On this fourth effort, the band are emphatically not fucking around. This is a confident and strident album, virtually completely shedding the unpredictable mathcore spite of their first few efforts. They are instead sporting the bass, chug, and the cheesy excesses of metal like a well-worn backpatch. But all the while doing it with the shudder and squeal of a truly modern hardcore production that'll fit ETS snugly alongside US heavyweights like Knocked Loose.
An ill-conceived defence of the moderately mundane (or: why riffs are fun)
When the musical flavour of the week can often feel like an iteration upon an iteration of a style/genre/trend that used to be in but is now unequivocally out - hurriedly strapped together in pursuit of something genuinely new, but invariably genuinely not - it's satisfying to stumble upon those releases that refuse to innovate solely for the sake of innovation, but instead nail the basics of the original impetus of their sound. Conquering does just that, and it's pretty awesome.
Big fuck-off chunky-boi riffs cascade into one another with a pleasing degree of intent, as the UK quintet pull off yet another exercise in controlled demolition on their 4th LP.