You might be hesitant to dip your toe into the oily, black pool of Three’s sophomore release—especially because of its melodramatic title and gaudy cover. It doesn’t take more than a few seconds to realize, however, Three is dead set on breaking metal traditions, not upholding them. Save for a few moments when doom and gloom trump virtuosity, the record has as much invested in the spandex era and mall metal as it does in even the most meandering, indulgent forms of prog-rock. That not unheard of (but nevertheless refreshing) mixture is a recipe for the album’s success. (SM)