Given their single-handedly inventing industrial metal 32 years earlier, these eternally morose Brits are entitled to their airier-than-ever 2012 pulse. They definitely find moments of momentum: most notably "Glitch," crazy-eyed intense like their early '80s. That's followed by "Trance" -- also named for an electronic genre. But following the dispensationalist millennialism of "Rapture" with a riff that crosses Blondie (get it?) with Sabbath is funnier. There's also a FEMA internment camp conspiracy, a trick-or-treating closer, and several cavernous dirges howled as flat as a Scottish crumpet.