This isn’t to say that there is an all-out absence of catchiness, and the atmospheric Rift is quite beautiful in its way, while the pulsating single Bloodline sports a vocal melody in places perhaps reminiscent of Untouchables-era Korn. Soaring choruses do show up periodically, and there’s a searing melodic guitar break in 4D, but it’s hard to escape the sense that this heavily-layered record is supposed to be hard work, challenging to the listener, and on occasion it feels like guitars are added as an afterthought, there to thicken the mix rather than lead the charge.
While the title might lead you to assume the record is a continuation of the spacey themes explored on previous Northlane releases, it actually refers to the alienation experienced by Marcus as a child, and this is a much more personal collection that looks inward rather than out. Screaming about the voices in his head in Talking Heads brings with it a genuine discomfort, as you’re made privy to some of his darkest moments. This honesty, coupled with a strong performance throughout, is to the record’s benefit.
Whether it’s the Northlane album you might have expected or hoped for, there’s no denying that they have created something unique, creative, and with no small amount of integrity. And, you sense, they’ll relish the mix of reactions.
Verdict: 3/5