Preachers is eclectic and shapeshifting, but rather than coming off as unfocused, it sounds like a distillation of some American rock's more engaging artists of the last few decades. "Born in the Belly" and "Death Valley" infuse the sinister grit of Nick Cave with the mass appeal and bluster of Kings of Leon. My Jerusalem leader Jeff Klein even has a howl like Caleb Followill's at times. The opening title track is a vintage piece of gothic Americana in the vein of Murder by Death and O'Death. The slow post-punk boil of "Devoe" suggests it's what The Airborne Toxic Event might write, if just once they could show some National-like restraint. The darkness does occasionally get peeled away, most notably on the rollicking, Tom Waits lite gem "This Time". It seems fitting that one of the album's biggest highlights is the penultimate cut, a gorgeous, barebones ballad entitled "Chameleon".