"It ought to arrive with accompanying wallet chain."
Arriving after a decade-plus hibernation, Ghosts Of The Social Dead is like metalcore, deathcore, new thrash and djent never happened. The Melburnians' new efforts are often rooted so firmly in nu-metal's heyday - some of its tropes haven't aged well - it ought to arrive with accompanying wallet chain.
Irrespective, the reconfigured incarnation does execute with conviction. New vocalist Ezekiel Ox's idiosyncratic rap 'n' croon infuses Sweat/Swing and Back To Base with noticeably greater energy. At times Superheist tip the scales too far into radio-rock territory at the expense of the simple bass groove thrills and mosh riff moments diehards will crave, but those hooks may provide scope beyond initial fan sentimentality.