It's a fierce live act, every song a throbbing assault on the wildly moshing crowd, so save your money for the show rather than the CDs. Jamey Jasta's bark is clear enough that you'll be able to figure out the chorus on the first go-round and pump your fist along with all the other thick-necked yahoos on the second.
Detroit's Black Dahlia Murder released a hell of a full-length debut with Unhallowed. Its blend of death-metal speed and crunch with black-metal screeching was unnervingly powerful. On Miasma, last year's follow-up, it fell off somewhat, heading dangerously close to routine Darkest Hour-like melodic metalcore territory. Black Dahlia's also a kick-ass live act, though, so it should be easily able to put across even substandard material in a thoroughly circle-pit-inspiring manner.
