"We've seen too many bands push past the point of a dignified death and we all promised one another... [that] ISIS would never fall victim to that syndrome." When you've accomplished everything you want to do, what do you do next? Seemingly, you start over.

Beloved Bostonian metallers ISIS split 3 years ago because they felt the band had run its course, but some incarnation of the band was always going to remain interested in making music. Multi-instrumentalist Bryant Clifford-Meyer already had his Red Sparowes post-metal side-project going - a line-up which once included former ISIS bassist Jeff Caxide. That band has since fractured into other entities, with other members going off to form Marriages, and Clifford-Meyer and Caxide once again joining forces with guitarist/vocalist Aaron Harris to create Palms.

The last piece of the puzzle is Chino Moreno from Deftones, who jumped at the chance to work with former members of the influential group. The result of this meeting of minds is a debut album that seems to pull together all of its members' former and current bands; there are lengthy songs and frequent dynamic changes (ISIS), sweeping post-metal dynamics and cinematic flourishes (Red Sparowes), and the sort of atmosphere-laden approach that Deftones perfected on last year's Koi no Yokan.

The pretty/heavy balance struck on that album informs Palms throughout; the unusual rhythms of opener 'Future Warrior', guiding the song through its confident verses before searing guitars and Moreno's usual impassioned delivery help the chorus to take flight, while lead track 'Patagonia' takes influence from ISIS's final album, 2010's crushingly beautiful Wavering Radiant, its verse/chorus repetition and wonderfully layered instrumentation helping it to stand out as the most accessible moment on the album.

The band's cinematic vision means that the record is best experienced as a whole - full of melodies which reach for the stars and frequently offer breathtaking moments (album highlight 'Shortwave Radio' is full of these), the album also features a brace of tracks which near 10 minutes in length.

The ambition found in its members' other projects is presented in full force; Palms makes a home out of hazy ambience, but isn't afraid to suddenly turn around and bite your head off. A prime of example of this is how closer 'Antarctic Handshake' claws its way back from nothing after almost grinding to a halt around halfway through; the drums crash back in, and the track powers its way toward an outro filled with washes of shoegaze-y guitars and fragments of sheer, melodic bliss.

It gradually fades, the album ending on as innocuous a note as it began. It remains to be seen whether there will be more Palms material somewhere down the line, but here's hoping - Clifford-Meyer, Caxide and Harris' first work together in three years suggests that they're every bit as potent a song-writing trio as they used to be. It would be a shame to let that go to waste.