Every aspect of The Devil Wears Prada's fourth album exhibits pure, uncontrolled ferocity. On the opening title track, Mike Hranica's hissing vocals pierce like a battering ram as annihilating metal riffs detonate in the background, while tracks 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.