Coming off their prior debut gem of a 7”, Kingdom Come, OC hadcore’s finest Fury crashes through the walls of 2016 like a spin-kicking, stage diving Kool-Aid man; drink every drop of hype, Paramount is in album of the year territory.

With no time to spare, “Danse” brings forth a dashing tempo and roaring vocals to introduce the LP, tapering off to slower strums, splintering drum fills, and a repeat of exiting line, “so it goes,” setting up for a Slaughterhouse V of sounds the rest of the way.

Climbing, metallic guitar work, followed by bomb-falling shrieks have become a Fury signature, warning noises for the explosion of rageful sound and sharp riffing aftermath. “Thin Line” and “ “In Extremis” acting as blaring fire trucks trekking through a mountain side, and even in situations that require less speed, ferocity doesn’t let up.

Notable vocal performances come early, “Novo,” pushes verbally elongated hooks, quickly reeled in and angrily smashed. It’s not a hardcore album without gang vocals, and “Damage is Done” is your bread and butter for a group shouting of the song title’s namesake. The most fun musical one-two punch you’ll experience in a while. Driving, stomping, and satisfying.

The midway point is no frills territory, the trudging “Leviathan” and “The Fury” give the album its mosh and potatoes body to chisel away, while “Death Yellows Life and Reason” is a major head bobber and pit traffic control station. The string of songs should please chug lovers, boasting some range and genre crunching.

Stand out performances showing precise musicianship are highlighted by spiraling guitar soloing in the previously mentioned “Leviathan,” and “Duality of Man’s” wicked, blood pumping drumming and pounding, bass leading breakdown. Everything is so well done, it’s easy to take the hardcore, punk, and metal blending for granted. Fury are proudly standing on top of their Burn and Unbroken records, managing to not only control those sounds of inspiration, but create an individual feel by folding in modern hardcore, resulting in layers of generational, geographical flavors.

We come to a close with all these elements combined into one final, epic mashup “The Feeling,” where you want to bang your head, body, and voice box into oblivion. Coming in at a whopping 4 minutes and 11 seconds, it’s as lengthy a journey you’ll find on any hardcore album, becoming the band’s most anthemic tune. A rousing conclusion to Fury’s ambitious and successfully executed debut offering.

If the demo and EP were Fury’s ember and flame thrower, Paramount is a max level fire blast of Charizardian heat. With immense replay value, it is an album that grows appreciation with each passing listen. An instant gold star Triple B release, much attention to detail and appreciation for hardcore shine through every track, teaming up with Fury is a win-win-win. Kingdom came, now Paramount reigns.