The sixth long-player from the Atlanta-based kings of bro magnon-metal, the aptly named Guilty Pleasure opens with a song called "Pizza, Sex, and Trolls," an expletive-laden (the word explicit appears next to every song title) takedown of the band's many detractors that includes enough drop-D posturing, fevered breakdowns, and live wire hammer-ons to effectively close the book on party-metalcore.

Such rigid adherence to genre tropes is unsurprising considering the band's career thus far, which has essentially been one long infantile, decibel-crushing bender held together by a fondness for low hanging fruit, and Guilty Pleasure does little to tarnish Attila's reputation as serial laurel resters.

That means that longtime fans (and there are many) will find much to love/hate here, as songs like "I Am Satan," "Horsepig," and the meaty, Fred Durst-loving title cut -- the latter of which offers up (figuratively) a safe haven (Cheetos-stocked basement) for Attila devotees, many of whom have had to endure a decade of ridicule to get their fix -- are virtually interchangeable, with "highlights" from previous outings.

Still, what the album lacks in diversity it more than makes up for in sheer volume, offering up a maelstrom of sonic carnage that prompted frontman Chris Fronzak to opine "Musically, this is the heaviest album we've ever written." However, according to the first single "Proving Grounds," he also wants you to "Take your opinion and stick it right up in your motherfu#king ass," so there's that.