Periphery, Shmeriphery, right? Wrong. Well... mostly. "What do you want from Periphery" is a question likely answered differently from fans of olde. For me, it is always a desire for the metalcore-esque and rhythmically alluring songs that define themselves on a precipice of melodic captivity and rhythmic groove. Is this a lot to ask for? Oh, yes, definitely. But, what Misha has promised within Periphery (and Haunted Shores, too) is quite the tall order to fill: huge riffing (expert-level), supreme production (good luck), and Meshuggah piety (required). With that said, does A Pale White Dot live up to the Periphery that captured a generation of musicians/music fans/degenerate metal elitists? For the most part, most certainly, yes. Periphery's A Pale White Dot has so many wonderfully engaging moments, passages of intensity and meaning, expressions of their new and evolving musical outlook, and straight up disgusting filth. It is good - don't be mistaken - and is worthy of your ear, with sections that will cradle you as the vulnerable little morsel you are. You'll enjoy your time here - and, if not, what do I care?