Well, I guess they answered my question from the previous review, huh? Time Heals Nothing splits the difference between the Melvins-inspired sludge of the debut record and the shifting, Southern-shaded, punishing brutality of the self-titled follow-up. There are some professional touches this time around, mainly in the cleaner production and in Windstein's higher vocal tone on a few tracks, but as you dig further into the album, it gets back to basics ("A Perpetual Need", "Numb Sensitive"). It's a competent record, which lacks the thrills and curveballs of the self-titled second album.