Third album for the Minneapolis weirdos, and the warmest reception of their career. Blabbermouth (8.5/10) crowns Godslaughter « one of the most adventurous and obnoxious records of the year » — obnoxious as a compliment — praising the balance of « old-school grit and off-piste subversion ». Angry Metal Guy (4.0/5) calls it « a roaring return and a death metal ripper » that « combines familiar influences and elements into something that feels novel ».
Last Rites, unscored, points at the real star: vocalist Barclay Olson, who « consistently switches up what he’s doing » above the breakdown chugs and grinding crushers. The dossier’s irony: AMG hears the opposite, warning his roars « do threaten to get repetitive ». Two critics, two ears, one throat.
The dissent comes from Metal Epidemic (3.5/5), which accuses the production of burying the band’s instrumental prowess: « when you can actually tell what the riffs are doing, they’re stupidly good ». Chaotic density is the point, though — Blabbermouth itself admits it « often threatens to descend into abject chaos ». An 8 average: the godslaughter is approved.