Some debut albums feel like annunciations. A band comes out of nowhere and causes an unsuspecting world to stand at attention. Others feel more like victory laps culminations of years of visible, tireless work. Manifest Decimation, Power Trip’s scorching first LP, felt like a little bit of both. By the summer of 2013, the Dallas crossover wreckers had already been ripping up the metal and hardcore circuits for half a decade. They had a stack of tapes and 7-inches to their name, not to mention a couple of hot-shit anthems and future live staples in “Divine Apprehension” and “Suffer No Fool.” At the same time, they hadn’t quite broken out beyond the hardcore record collectors, message-board nerds, and Texas scene denizens who formed their core fan base. Manifest Decimation changed that. Power Trip went from an underground concern to a band held up as the future of heavy metal seemingly overnight. Dropping the needle on Manifest Decimation a decade la