As with most power metal, you could tear this album apart, be it from a critical outlook or lack of compassion for its said genre. But I'll damned for eternity if this isn't catchy. Though Matt Barlow essentially made Year of the Phoenix, the shift of vocalists only takes a couple tracks to adapt to, and even less to embrace. The end result is enjoyably unremarkable, and I mean this in the best way possible.
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