The ninth album by these Louisiana metal musclemen only sludges some of the time. They actually speed up a lot -- "The Cemetery Angels" opens at almost slam-dance pace, and Kirk Windstein's surprisingly comprehensible battle-march bellow betrays plenty of James Hetfield thrash. In "Cleanse Me, Heal Me," he pleads to a higher power to help him through sickness. "A Farewell to Misery" is Renaissance faire gloom with medieval high-mass chanting. But it's still the downtuned Sabbath riffs -- most dolorous in the almost Swans-like "Liquid Sky And Cold Black Earth" -- that really catch a groove.