, you can almost picture his outstretched arm extended toward the horizon, palm upturned, fingers and thumb slightly clawed as if to seize an obsidian orb, or perhaps a chalice of bitter regret, yet as empty as the winds that swirl around the lofty mountain crag on which he perches. Wait, what? Oh yeah, Pallbearer’s singer. In fact, Campbell’s usually working a guitar when he sings, so any metal-gesture jazz-hands are probably kinda limited, but he’s one of the rare metal singers these days who invokes them. It’s a clear voice, almost choirboy high, pitched at a plaintive timbre, with subtle drama in every phrase. YOB’s Mike Scheidt may have brought the style back from whatever prog-metal graveyard it lay in, but Campbell perfects it.