Another benefit of this versatility is that the band is comfortable bouncing in and out of the darker depths of aggressive rock, easing off the throttle for some songs that teeter on the verge of radio-friendly, then dive back into bleakness and full-throated wailing. "Greener," for instance, borders on pop, albeit of a darker sort, despite Fanelli's trademark cig-filtered vocals and Wallin's commanding drums. On the other hand, minor-key bellows like "Heaven" are as barren and desolate as any that have ever come from Hot Water Music or Snapcase.
Land of the El Caminos is smart enough to know that producing songs with depth won't tarnish its posture or masculine cred. In fact, since the band has invented its own posture, it really can't be tarnished, can it?