Hatebreed‘s decision to make this a self titled album is as about as lazy as this review. Well, maybe not.

Hatebreed’s self titled album leaves a lot of the Chugga-chugga behind and adds a bit more complex riffs than you have probably ever heard on any Hatebreed album. Solos on a Hatebreed album? You better believe it. While it still holds the classic hardcore sound of Hatebreed, Wayne Lozinak‘s return brings a little more complexity to Hatebreed’s sound in such a great way. You even get to hear Jasta “sing” a bit more with more inflection in his voice.

I’m actually very proud of this Hatebreed album. Supremacy brought the usual heaviness but things could get a bit stale at times, even with the typical fist-pumping anthems of a Hatebreed song. If you’re a Hatebreed fan and you’ve actually grown kind of tired of the normal Hatebreed sound, this is the album to wake you up.

A couple of years ago when Supremacy came out I used that album as a tool in my workout regime. It was a motivation tool that helped me many times pump a bench press when I didn’t think I was going to get that last rep. The song Destroy Everything got me through many sessions of muscle raping workouts that I never thought I would have the energy and ambition to get through. Hatebreed = Good workout music.

15 songs of hardcore heaviness and relentless brutality that Hatebreed always seems to bring, the album brings the animosity that I fell in love with the first time I heard “I will Be Heard”. The haters will still hate, but the faithful have a new, stimulating album that will bring many a mosh-pit injuries and inspiration as they remember just why they [and I] love this band.