I wonder if William Faulkner is rolling over in his grave now that the title of his novel about tightly bottled emotions and outward ambivalence has inspired a band so motivated to evoke the exact opposite. As I Lay Dying flood their songs with aggressive metal riffing and guttural, throat-scorching vocals.
On their fourth album, the San Diego outfit have again composed an album crammed with breakdowns, speed, distorted melodies and hyper-aggression, all adding up to a decidedly competent record that should please fans. It's also a disc that doesn't exactly push the envelope like, say, Faulkner's freaky-weird and occasionally groundbreaking stream-of-consciousness style. Basically, a satisfying but ultimately unchallenging listen.