Anyone expecting The Chariot’s One Wing to be a typical metalcore screamfest is in for a rude shock. Five albums into its recording career, the Georgia combo shows the confidence to flout convention by fusing blistering thrash with probing Christian lyrics and unexpected arrangement twists. Movie-soundtrack excerpts, ukulele strums, quotes from previous albums, and other left-field touches are all part of the band’s sonic strategy. Frontman Josh Scogin exceeds his own high standards for crazed vocalizing with palpable abandon. His comrades support him with a warrior’s blazing spirit even as they negotiate quick rhythmic shifts and dramatic mood changes. “First” is a frenetic assault that turns into an austere Western-themed soundscape worthy of a Sergio Leone gunslinger epic. “Your” (featuring Angela Plake’s pristine vocals) and “Cheek” (framing an audioclip from Charlie Chaplin’s The Great Dictator) likewise toss in curveballs to provocative effect. Along with such quirky interludes are plenty of ear-mauling eruptions, with “Not” and “Tongues” delivering especially telling blows.