Immolation’s eleventh album continues the hot streak they’ve been on since 2010’s Majesty and Decay. Lead guitarist Alex Bouks delivers barbed guitar solos that rip through the songs like fishhooks; he and Robert Vigna riff in tandem like lumberjacks patiently chopping down a forest, as Steve Shalaty’s apocalyptic drums set a martial beat. Ross Dolan’s bass is present in the mix, but not really dominant; he’s focused on his vocals, which seem lower and angrier than ever. As great death metal bands age, they address the pitiless universe like wrathful kings, and on this album Immolation abandon the earthly, political concerns of the last few records in favor of the blasphemy of their early material. But they’re not howling in rage the way they once did; resigned to the oppression they decry, they’re just venting. The appeal lies in the sheer overwhelming power of the music, which hits you like a pitching machine loaded with bricks.