For those of you looking for extreme technical brutality, that’s not the name of the game here, and I find my interest in this kind of metal to be an artifact of my teenage years that seems to be pulling even stronger in my thirties. But if you’re looking for a record with choral hooks that hit as hard as its right hooks, then that’s what you’re getting with Highway Crosses. In fact, I was so taken by this record that I immediately caught myself up on the band’s previous album Screams From A Black Wilderness, which also appealed to me, not surprisingly; at this point. You may as well call me an All Hail The Yeti fan.