When they go for it, the Veils are worthy backing the most-harrowing Roadhouse scene, all simmering NiN menace and Tom Waits mythmaking - Axolotl and King of Chrome are highlights, rippling with electronic disturbances and howling unease.
But they don't hit those highs often enough, and the album's heavy with filler, or of intentional watering-down, some muddy blend of War on Drugs and late-era Black Keys. It's boring, stinking of too much money and too many producers 3/5
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