“Torus,” starts off with a darkened shake. It slowly grows into a thunderous growling monster. “Stride,” is the follow up, with a bang tidy riff, that moves with the flow, slowly weaving itself into the corners of the mind and showing off some fascinating rhythmic decisions. “Screen Queen,” has Mastodon moments, with some fascinating little lines and duelling comportments between the guitars.
“Black Scholes,” snarls into being delivering a thunderous assault on the mind and the senses, weaving things together in such a manner as to make the listener truly sit up and take notice. “My Public Anatomy,” duels with the listener, making them consider where the lines are, and whether they’re going to be drawn in or not. “Never Change,” is pure madness.