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✦✦✦✧ Converge’s eleventh studio album is half pit-roiler, half moody reflection. The first four songs have the band moving from shredfest to breakdown to panic chords with impossibly smooth abandon. But the rest of the album is where the real emotional damage lands; brooding, patient, and yet just as brutal in its complexity. Throughout it all, this is master producer (and guitarist) Kurt Ballou’s home turf, and he knows exactly how to knock it all out of the park. Just fucking listen to it already!

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