It wasn't the cool-ass logo, the Eddie-lookin' thrasher ripping a child from a womb, or the novelty of the solo actor's grand vision that sold the world on Portland, Oregon thrash revivalist Toxic Holocaust's debut 'Evil Never Dies' back in 2003 it was the -riffs-. That ungentle emphasis on the blackened side of early Teutonic thrash (Destruction, Sodom circa '85) blasted at the speed of Nuclear Assault was the angle that thrash needed to get back into the above-ground space as the new millennium dawned. Surely Municipal Waste had set a certain tone of true revival with their debut earlier that year but it was Joel Grind's one man blackened metal-punk show that set the world on fire, again, with riffs. Fast-forward a decade and five albums deep it'd appear that Grind saw the completion of his contract with Relapse Records as a jumping off point to gain vital experience in the control room mixing, mastering, and producing records for Abyss, Bonehunter, Grave Dust, and Lord Dying, among many others. Instead of reviving the old crew and picking up where 'Chemistry of Consciousness' (2013) left off, in a frankly redundant space, 2019 finds Toxic Holocaust rocketing back to the womb-bursting crypt that started it all with 'Primitive Future: 2019'. That riff-intense, punk-spirited 'one man band' thrash metal maniac sound is inspired as hell for the first time since at least 2011 on this big, barn-storming return.