American Me are pissed off, three albums into their career and in my opinion, they're angrier than ever. It's a good thing because what would this band be without their endless onslaught of insults, the extremely heavy breakdowns and the energy of a raging bull. "III" is everything you want and expect from American Me, it's just missing something, which is weird because I listed everything it could nearly and possibly have. This might have been great with a little more of a raw production, and instead is actually pretty heavily produced so it sounds. The best way to think of it is as a "Siberian Nightmare Machine" part two. A great jam for the car ride or after a day of things going wrong for ya, but not something to play steady throughout your day.