Poison the Well’s Versions is back in my car stereo after being briefly usurped by a Cursive best-of mix I made. Before the coup d’etat, it had enjoyed 55 consecutive days of my audience, more than any other CD has ever achieved. I’ve been trying to figure out its staying power, and I think it’s because it boldly dives into the jungle that You Come Before You started to chip at with their machete. It’s braver, I feel like its splintering as I listen to it, and it doesn’t debase itself with trite chugga chuggas.

You know what I’m talking about. Chug-chug. Chugga-chug-chug. whee-whee-whee!