This is high praise indeed in view of such efforts as _Sewn Mouth Secrets_ and _Confrontation_, but it certainly seems opportune to tag the record as latter, given the eye-watering accuracy with which every weapon in the band's formidable arsenal seems to be locked on target this time round. Sheer barbaric heaviness is hardly in short supply; the gattling-gun attack of "For Lack of Perfect Words" is prime Louisiana deathcore, delivered by an elite squad of musicians who pay little attention to conventional song structure, and are the better band for it, managing to cram in enough hooks and jaw-dropping moments to make every sequence hang together seamlessly. Central to this aural carnage is Ben Falgoust's serrated-edge rasp; surely one of the most underrated and instantly recognizable voices of our day, and here it packs a wallop like few others.

Where Soilent Green are really carving a name for themselves these days however is by virtue of the variety in their approach. Although there's a bounty of death and grindcore namedropping, the volume has been turned up in a major way on the Soilent Green's stoner and sludge heritage too. Likewise songs like "Rock Paper Scissors" find them frequently indulging their love of Discharge-style punk. Yet, for all of its disparate styles, _The Inevitable Collapse..._ succeeds in being far greater than the sum of its parts. Whether borne out of the frustration and anguish inherent in their individual and collective tragedy, or simply a case of a band hitting their stride, this is Soilent Green's finest hour. Who would have thought it could be quite this glorious?