Evan Nave's vaguely apocalyptic lyrics arrive in a conversational cookie-monster tone (they're not as low as Slipknot's Corey Taylor, but are closer to a Drowning Pool chorus). Dawn is one of Cleveland's top women guitarists; she and axeman Jacob Scum churn out downtuned riffs that ooze along somewhere between sludgy and lethargic. In fact, the songs are almost a mess -- until a groove comes together, and the band unites for a raging sprint around the pit. It's exactly what you'd expect from a band whose bassist is named War.