13 Songs, 40 Minutes

EDITORS’ NOTES

Every aspect of The Devil Wears Prada's fourth album exhibits pure, uncontrolled ferocity. On the title track, Mike Hranica's hissing vocals pierce like a battering ram as annihilating metal riffs detonate in the background, while cuts like "Chicago" demonstrate the band’s sparser side, balancing harrowing screamo with deliberate post-rock sculpting that amplifies the album's themes: mourning great personal losses, and regretting having faith in crumbling relationships.

EDITORS’ NOTES

Every aspect of The Devil Wears Prada's fourth album exhibits pure, uncontrolled ferocity. On the title track, Mike Hranica's hissing vocals pierce like a battering ram as annihilating metal riffs detonate in the background, while cuts like "Chicago" demonstrate the band’s sparser side, balancing harrowing screamo with deliberate post-rock sculpting that amplifies the album's themes: mourning great personal losses, and regretting having faith in crumbling relationships.

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