“The Helm of Sacorb,” shimmers and shifts, turning through the gears with the best of them. It turns through its paces and brings about a chaotic desire.

“When The Future Falls,” batters the drum, beating sense into the senseless.

“Legions,” is furious.

That sums up Ezra Brooks, a maddening cacophony of power.

Serpent Rider come in with:

“The Mask Of The Wolf,” which really slams down hard, pressing in and destroying all sense.

“The Wretch,” turns through and turns out, hammering the soul.

“Flowers Of My Youth,” works overtime pressing into the gut.