Glassjaw’s first full length album in 15 years feels different. It’s the same bludgeoning, relentless, powerful music but it feels more calculated. More like it has a methodical plan with unknown intentions as opposed to their previous efforts which felt like a speeding train that could go off the rails at any moment. The hooks and melodies aren’t as apparent, but there is no doubt they exist. In any event, it’s good. In fact, it’s fucking good. Where their contemporaries At The Drive-In failed to captivate with their 2017 comeback which had it’s moments but overall felt hollow, Glassjaw delivered a nonstop stream of twisted consciousness that punches you in the mouth, and after all these years, that familiar pain is very welcomed.