Brutal fucking death metal. And that's all that really needs to be said, Deeds of Flesh being a band content to play a solid 30 minutes of technical, blastbeat infected hate. This kinda sounds like Suffocation squared to me, being better produced and having almost more stops and starts per track then the past masters. The production is key also, making Path of the Weakening more than a train wreck presented in a the higher registers. Joey Heaslet is back, delivering a furious performance that is tighter than imaginable. This is actually a pretty tough review to write, for what can you say that hasn't been said a billion times already. How about, you like brutal death metal, huh, do ya punk. Then, if you don't already own this you have no idea what is going on. Killer artwork just adds to the gotta have status.