I wasn’t sure whether to fling this record across the room in anger, or lock it up in a box out of fear, or what. All I knew is that I had to do something. I couldn’t leave it in the stereo becuase if I accidentally started playing it again, I would have to listen to it all the way through again, and Widowmaker isn’t the kind of album one just casually dives back into. It left me baffled and affected in a way that an album hasn’t for a long, long time. Above and beyond anything else I’ve listened to this year, Widowmaker defines intensity in heavy music. It is unequivocally one of the highlights of this or any other year.