The biggest problem is the overly simplistic riffs and uncharacteristically straight play, polished but dull. Alan Averill’s vocals are full-throated and as evocative of his warrior-poet lyrics as ever, with maybe even a slightly enhanced range of guttural/melodic combinations, but particularly on the final track of the album, he’s totally undermined by monotonous guitars that sound like they’re being played by robots.
There are some really good moments, like the deep, tortured choral vocals that haunt “The Black Hundred”, and the adrenalized jagged guitar riffage in the middle section of “The Puritan’s Hand”. But even this song gets extremely repetitive at its end, layering on another guitar, hitting the cymbals more frequently, but not adding anything interesting to the mix. The device would work just fine if it didn't appear so often.