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★☆☆☆ There is a surprising and unwelcome degree of guitar wanking on this album. In similar but worse news, Dave Draiman is still singing into a microphone. Everything else on this album — the riffs, the musicianship, the songwriting, the overproduction — exists merely as a backdrop to these two guiding lights. Everything and everyone suffers as a result. Still, I’m giving it one star, as I think I heard a couple of halfway decent riffs buried in the mix somewhere midway through the album.