Exit is Ben Londa, an Austinite with a penchant for the electro-industrial, and The Way Out Is Through mostly delivers on that. "This Is Your Year" rips things open with Londa invoking Trent Reznor over a grinding beat, à la "Head Like a Hole." More down tempo is "Slip," blending the Cure's sad lullabies with whispy vocals, while "12 April" is another dreary trip down a shady lane ("It's driven like a nail, forged theories of who you thought you were together"). "Under" slinks into slow-jam territory with its forlorn lyrics of love lost ("When she knows exactly how to make me smile, as she fears exactly how to leave me wide") and softly twiddled keys. Most of The Way Out worships at the altar of more ambient electro acts; in fact, the only real "industrial" song on the album is the opener. Still, Trent's sentiment can be found back at the end. The bleeps and blurps of the title track extend into a volley of sweeping vocals and guitar, spun with lyrics like "The only constants in my life now are a hope for nothing misconstrued, and an overwhelming desire to murder you." Whoa.