I’d always thought that Pantera were an 80s hair metal band, but this album from 1992 feels like a very different beast. It has chugging guitars, semi growled vocals and an aggressive feeling that fits with the album cover of someone being punched in the face. Sometime around the middle of the record, the lyrics started edging into racial politics which felt a bit on the nose for a bunch of white guys from Texas, so I had a look at lead singer Phil Anselmo’s politics, and yikes - no, thank you. I stopped listening at that point.