Buy this, buy this, buy this (actually, does anyone buy music anymore, honest question?). Any band playing slowbie drugged-up-tyrannosaur metal that sounds fresh and maniacally aggressive and doesn’t suck, especially now that it’s nigh on what, 42 years since Sabbath first appeared, has earned some of your ear-time, particularly if you’re still stubbornly listening to nothing but albums that came out when Republicans were still allowed to propose tax increases. The riffage here, especially for the first few songs, is on par with Crowbar, and although singer Chino Moreno is a little too far into Papa Roach territory on bonehead-ballad “Entombed,” he’s all up in early Korn for most of the LP, about one banshee wail for every five lines of nu-metal cleanliness. Those are really about the only two comparisons I can come up with, Korn and Crowbar — cruising with this guy blasting out of your car would absolutely justify keeping that super-weird skinny-hillbilly beard your girlfriend keeps nagging you about. A — Eric Saeger