Everyone has something they can’t live without. That’s the uncomfortable truth at the heart of Acres’ fathomless third album. Transforming themselves from screamo kingpins to legitimate alt.metal dynamos, the Portsmouth boys have struggled for the thematic architecture around which to build their massive sounds but here, they plumb jittery energy and intense emotion from the idea we are all hosts being eaten away inside.
Keeping things to the point is a masterstroke. Although The Host is officially a full-length addition to their discography, its seven tracks flash by in under 23 minutes. There is zero padding, precious little leeway for off-message indulgence, and absolutely no allowance for fucking around. Even still, it feels massive, modern and remarkably fully formed.
Album opener Bloodlust shapeshifts through ambient atmospherics, thudding synth-work, seductive vocals (‘There’s a world on the tip of my tongue’) and ferocious metalcore without ever feeling overstuffed or contrived. Not So Different is the sort of arena-metal behemoth Architects would be proud of – complete with scream-your-heart-out chorus, while Staring At The Sun rattles with urgency as races between glowing warmth and cold shadow.