Danger and destruction are imminent, and an ominous presence dwells in the outskirts of our psyches: Behold the Arctopus is coming. Believe it or not, you really don't need to be a 12th-level dungeon-master to enjoy something as seemingly esoteric (read: nerdy) as prog metal. Anchored by the virtuoso hammering of a 12-string Warr guitar and frequently wandering into the realms of improvisation and psychedelia summoning, by sheer will, nano-nucleonic cyborgs Arctopus still manages to keep things sounding heavy and intense. The Replay Lounge may not actually change into an alien-infested spaceship cruising the outer reaches of interstellar space, but if it does, at least we'll be able to play pinball. Oh, and headbang. Headbanging is important in outer space.