It is beneficial or the soul and mind to tune out every now and again and enjoy something not with a critical eye, but a pleasure gut. What I said might sound deprecating to the album, as in saying that it can only be enjoyed with your brain on autopilot. But that is not the case. In fact the opposite. My brain was working overtime etching every inch and second of this album in my memory. It's a blasting beast, a devilish megalodon. It is also straightforward in every way. There are no surprises, there are no unexpected musical choices, there is virtually nothing to differentiate this from platoons of similar acts/records. There is only the pure enjoyment of all the familiar stereotypical bits coming together in an above-satisfying way. For lack of a better phrasing: this shit kills.
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