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★★☆☆ I’ve had this theory in my head for a while now: Prong has been dead and gone for almost 20 years, and everything we hear now from the band is akin to a new Michael Jackson release: resurrected from lost tapes and B-sides to the Cleansing and Rude Awakening recordings, perhaps propped up with guest musicians, but not truly new. This latest album does nothing to dissuade me from that pessimistic idea. All the ingredients are here, especially Tommy Victor’s wall-of-meat guitar domination. But with rare exception, we’ve heard every minute of this album before.

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