Everyone has something they can’t live without. That’s the uncomfortable truth at the heart of Acres’ fathomless third album. Transforming themselves from South Coast screamo kingpins to legitimate alt.metal dynamos, the Portsmouth boys have struggled for the thematic architecture around which to build their massive sounds but here, they plumb jittery energy and intense emotion from the idea we are all hosts being eaten away inside. Keeping things to the point is a masterstroke. Although The Host is officially a full-length addition to their discography, its seven tracks flash by in under 23 minutes. There is zero padding, precious little leeway for off-message indulgence, and absolutely no allowance for fucking around. Even still, it feels massive, modern and remarkabl...