Cool World

Pitchfork 7.7/10 On an album that paints a panoramic view of human suffering, the Oklahoma City group sometimes sacrifices ferocity as it expands its muscular sludge-metal sound.

The Needle Drop 8/10 While not as harrowing as the band's debut, Cool World still hits hard as fuck.

The Line of Best Fit 9/10 Cool World is instrumentally gripping, vocally enthralling, and lyrically calls out the horrors of late-stage capitalism.

Kerrang! 4/5 Bleak as all hell ... yet somehow this uncompromising music seems so in tune with the times that Chat Pile could genuinely be on the cusp of a major breakthrough. Don’t miss out.

All Music 4.5/5 Their second album, Cool World, is an even more clearly defined rendering of the group's sound.

Under The Radar 8.0/10 Retaining the band’s dark edge, it’s a vital, sweeping achievement from start to finish.

Blabbermouth.net 8/10 Weird, noisy, emotionally grueling and bloated with killer riffs, it's even cooler than its title suggests.

Distorted Sound 9/10 It’s a big middle finger to being comfortable, accepting everything that is horrible and living your life because you can.

Metal Injection 8/10 Admittedly this record was hard to stomach while the two states I've previously called home were ravaged by the consequences of climate change, and it hit me in an unexpected place. It brought me solace to have a record I can keep for my personal journal of existential doom.

Angry Metal Guy 3.5/5 Cool World gives us the best one-two punch you could ask for.

Slant 3.5/5 The album leaves the ears ringing and paints a disquieting vision of modern America.

Pop Matters 8/10 Chat Pile’s new album does not offer catharsis; it is just an unflinching account of the violence we inflict on each other on an individual and global scale.

Beats Per Minute 84% It’s the uglier, more poetic and brooding cousin of the debut. A proof of sheer willpower, yet still a transitional work of a band growing comfortably into their future.

Metal Sucks 4/5 While packing a punch when necessary, Cool World exists more to manifest a headspace — one marked by misery and delirium. The forms these songs take, or their range of intensity, only make the existential dread more vivid before the band shoves it down the listeners’ throats. It’s a perilous journey, but one worth taking.