Second album a quiet place to die (lack of capital letters theirs) showcases an arsenal deeper and more varied than ever before. Straight out of the blocks, the title-track delivers the sort of spring-loaded djent twang to get Meshuggah fans salivating, and a sense of unrelenting heaviosity that’s very nearly the match of their countrymen in Thy Art Is Murder. More importantly, it roadmaps a sprawling emotional landscape to be traversed over the next 10 tracks, punctuated by the jagged topography of animosity, anxiety and ultimate loss.
‘I’m on the edge of a knife,’ roars frontman Lochie Keogh on bludgeoning second track Creep, ‘no stranger to the pain...’ and we unequivocally believe him. And so we go, encountering rough-hewn nuggets intimate enough to cut to the bone yet sufficiently abstract to intrigue. Golden Fate Isolate marries something like post-hardcore swagger to deathcore heft. The mid-album salvo of Acid Romance and Rot In Pieces plumbs new levels of caustic abrasion and sheer brutality. Then tracks like Bleed 4 You, The Mind Bends To A Will Of Its Own and Restricted (R18+) broadens the dynamic range, using twistier song structures and brief glimpses of ambient relief to blindside us with fresh blasts of brutality.