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Weston Super Maim – See You Tomorrow Baby Review

By Dear Hollow

What’s so wonderful about Weston Super Maim is that the duo doesn’t take itself too seriously. With the style of music they profess, you’d be tempted to expect a Blindfolded and Led to the Woods or Ion Dissonance, maybe leaning a bit towards Aseitas or Dysphoria. You’d probably be right – technically – but these guys describe their sound as “imagine if Meshuggah couldn’t count,” describing a blend of the mathy pioneers’ wonky rhythms, Will Haven’s dissonance, Crowbar’s riffs, Car Bomb and Humanity’s Last Breath’s boundary-pushing technicality. From the successful 2021 EP 180-Degree Murder, they have worsened their sound (their words, not mine) to unleash the ol’ razzle dazzle of See You Tomorrow Baby on unsuspecting feet.

Somehow managing to encapsulate the three-fold overlap of mathcore, djent, and dissodeath in the Venn diagram of excess, the international duo (vocalist Seth Detrick from Oregon, the instrumentalist Tom Stevens from London) also tosses in a cyber metal sorta take on atmospherics, with laser sounds and obnoxious effects atop the fray, while Weston Super Maim’s ultimate claim to fame is their absolute apeshit intensity. Chunky riffs, wild electronics, an utter lack of rhythm, and breakdowns galore add to the insanity – a strange dichotomy of unhinged bananas music and solemn and abstract lyrics. Ultimately, See You Tomorrow Baby blessedly hits the sweet spot between listenability, unhinged ridiculousness, and unashamed excess.

This unrelenting assault comprises a blast for the willing to withstand an utter lack of subtlety and dignified rhythm for mathcore intensity with squonky tech and obscene sounds. The opening title track feels straight outta The Tony Danza Tapdance Extravaganza and Ion Dissonance’s school of thought, with chunky, djenty riffs offering a face full of thick stuffing with stinging dissonant leads and wonky blastbeats, although this insanity truly kicks in with following track “Autistic Kill Trance.” Weston Super Maim does a bang-up job of making deathcore/dissodeath/djent as brutal as possible, then amping it with even more ridiculousness, a trend further shown in “Johnny Menomic,” “Brute Fact,” and the aptly titled “The Bare Maximum” in spacy cybermetal effects and other forms of insanity. It features an expert blend of bananas hugeness, catchy earworms, moments that revel in the hugeness, and just enough melody to contrast the huge bite taken out of your left eardrum. There are four guests on See You Tomorrow Baby,1 but for better, the duo creates a bulletproof sound that the contributors do little but inject a jolt of energy. The closer “Perfect Meadows in Every Direction” offers punishment aplenty but adds a dimension of exploration to its proceedings.

See You Tomorrow Baby is big, dumb fun. The production only adds to its colossal loudness, which makes the more subdued tracks fall by the wayside. “Slow Hell” and “Kryptonite Renegade” are the best examples, few riffs dominating and some passages feeling like Frontierer or Psyopus copy-and-paste printer jobs, alongside a general and unwelcome subtlety. While “Perfect Meadows in Every Direction” does a bang-up job closing the album in its unique fusion of punishing and contemplative, its eight-minute-and-change runtime can make it feel daunting and distant. These are small potatoes, and ultimately add to the dynamic of the album at large, because you’re not here for boundary-pushing music; you’re here to have your skull caved in by a couple of dudes who make big fat metal.

This album has been on repeat for weeks, because it is both tormenting and insanely fun. The dissonant death metal influence is largely an afterthought to Weston Super Maim, but I can’t tell if it’s because the sonic palette doesn’t focus on it or the duo doesn’t take itself seriously enough. Either way, See You Tomorrow Baby leans hard into djenty deathcore/mathcore with megaton riffs and excess coded into every track, with an obnoxious aesthetic that pairs surprisingly nicely with its lyrical abstractness. With just enough melody and breathing room to give further emphasis to the beatdown at its core, its more-than-reasonable forty-minute runtime ensures that, although never overstaying its welcome, you’ll get your fair share of punishment. Don’t you worry about that.

Rating: 3.5/5.0
DR: 6 | Format Reviewed: 320 kbps mp3
Label: Self-Released
Websites: westonsupermaim.bandcamp.com | facebook.com/westonsupermaim
Releases Worldwide: March 15th, 2024

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Omnerod – The Amensal Rise [Things You Might Have Missed 2023]

By Kenstrosity

Sometimes a record takes its sweet time worming its way into my hole brain. Other times, a record drills into me with the immediacy of a bolt of lightning. Omnerod’s sophomore full-length, The Amensal Rise, did a little bit of both to me in 2023. Released back in May, this immense, intense slab of dramatic progressive death metal slowly crept into my skin, but the infection it carried was virulent. I found myself feverishly affected by its horrific tale, and while it took me a while before I returned, once I did, there was no escape.

Omnerod is an odd duck, there’s no doubt about it. Bridging the gap between Devin Townsend Project, Blind the Huntsmen, and Native Construct, these Belgians charge fearlessly into the theatrical, twisted, and dramatic. As I expected from an Omnerod product, a surplus of wacky instrumentation, off-kilter riffing, and wildly entertaining songwriting catapults into my cranium during each and every moment of The Amensal Rise. However, the added horror elements à la Nightmarer and Blindfolded and Led to the Woods make this a much darker, much heavier, and much more immersive affair than Arteries. In execution, Omnerod’s ultimate goal with The Amensal Rise is to fuck with your brain, maintaining a deep sense of foreboding and distrust while luring you into trap after monstrous trap for over an hour—and then make you want to do it all over again.

Between Anthony Deneyer’s unbelievable vocal performance; Romain Jeuniaux’s multifaceted and novel guitar wizardry; André Six’s immense bass heft; and Pablo Schwilden Diaz’s venerable work on the drum kit, the keyboard, and all manner of other percussion, I find myself utterly enraptured by Omnerod’s adventurous songwriting. From the very first explosive crash of opener “Sunday Heat,” The Amensal Rise abuses my bodily system as it repeatedly, mercilessly injects me with fatal doses of adrenaline. Dual-wielding crushing, skronky death metal and light, airy lulls, as on the monumental “Satellites,” Omnerod continue the adrenal abuse as they force my emotions to flick mercilessly from awe into alarm and back again. “Spore,” too, constitutes an unqualified triumph of songwriting dynamics. Its blasting death metal freakouts and tender, smooth jazz reveries make it an absolutely stunning thirteen-minute opus, easily launching itself into Song o’ the Year contention.

Come to think of it, almost every song here offers something compelling and memorable enough to make a play at Song o’ the Year playlists. “Magnets” shifts gears into more straightforward territory, stripping the layers left by its predecessors in favor of seriously infectious prog-death riffing and hooky writing. The title track blends beautifully Omnerod’s progressive death metal core with Danny Elfman-esque balladry and wonderfully twisted effects. Last but not least, closer “The Commensal Fall” brings all of the different directions and explorations ventured into one final conflagration, burning the whole barn down and leaving nothing but rubble and ash behind.

Perhaps most importantly, though, The Amensal Rise works without condition as a singular, unified experience. Yes, it’s extremely long at a lofty seventy minutes, but there’s never a dull moment and I find myself helplessly immersed in the whole terrifying trek. If you miss it, it is truly your loss.

Tracks to Check Out: “Satellites,” “Spore,” “The Amensal Rise,” “The Commensal Fall”

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