
2007. We're listening to XM radio and a song by some band I've never heard of comes on. It's batshit insane, jumping from one genre to the next seamlessly, singing about morbid beauty, death, and lost love. I need to hear more. It's called "What's The Worst Thing That Could Happen?" by some band named Polkadot Cadaver. "What an awesome name for a band," I think to myself. So I grab the album and I'm instantly floored. It's heavy, frenetic, catchy, weird, and just plain fun. It touches upon nearly every genre of music imaginable without being pretentious about it. It's beautiful. The lyrics are darkly poetic and I find myself singing along almost instantly. I am in love. It's everything I've ever wanted in a band. Musically, my life has never been the same since. So you can understand my seething anticipation while I waited 4 years for what was surely to be one of the greatest follow-up records ever released. Did it live up to such high expectations? Well...