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While the first outing from this Phil Anselmo-fronted band sounded a little bit like it should've been subtitled "What I Did on My Vacation from Pantera," Down's sophomore disc proves the band has more chemistry (not to mention chemicals) running through its system than just about any other hard-rock group out there. Although Anselmo and partners can trace family trees to bands like Corrosion of Conformity and Eyehategod, best known for pure thrash fury, Down mixes things up a little more, pouring stoner-rock grooves over the creepy-crawly opener, "Lysergik Funeral Procession," and daubing vintage Deep Purple-derived organ tones across the measures of the eerie "Stained Glass Cross." As suggested by its subtitle -- A Bustle in Your Hedgerow -- the disc traffics pretty heavily in the sounds of the '70s, from the chugging southern-fried boogie of "Where I'm Going" to hazy, single-entendre pot paeans such as "The Seed." But you never totally feel like you've been hog-tied and thrown into the way-back machine, due to the utterly postmillennial aggro that Anselmo generates on the disc's more purposefully ugly tracks -- notably "New Orleans Is a Dying Whore," which the singer's hometown is exceedingly unlikely to choose as a theme for its next ad campaign. Then again, Down's music isn't designed to move a product: It's there to get the fists pumping -- and, under the right circumstances, get 'em flying as well. David Sprague, Barnes & Noble