if your love of lamb of god was created when you bought Ashes Of The Wake, you may find this album somewhat disappointing. the production was not brilliant, Machine hadn't had a say in it, but the quality of the songs is far away their best work.

it'll cut slices off your ears and serve them to you in a light metal sauce, and wash it down with coarse lumps of brilliance. randy is flying at his best here, with writings of his life and the early days of Lamb Of God/Burn The Priest, Black Label telling the tale of sitting around a fume-emitting kerosene heater drinking Black Label and writing metal songs in a freezing sharehouse in Richmond, Virginia.

these guys are hardcore, i love it.