What’s so great about Weston Super Maim is that the duo doesn’t take itself too critically. With the type of music they profess, you’d be tempted to count on a Blindfolded and Led to the Woods or Ion Dissonance, possibly leaning a bit in the direction of Aseitas or Dysphoria. You’d in all probability be proper – technically – however these guys describe their sound as “think about if Meshuggah couldn’t depend,” describing a mix of the mathy pioneers’ wonky rhythms, Will Haven’s dissonance, Crowbar’s riffs, Automotive Bomb and Humanity’s Final Breath’s boundary-pushing technicality. From the profitable 2021 EP 180-Diploma Homicide, they’ve worsened their sound (their phrases, not mine) to unleash the ol’ razzle dazzle of See You Tomorrow Baby on unsuspecting toes.
In some way managing to encapsulate the three-fold overlap of mathcore, djent, and dissodeath within the Venn diagram of extra, the worldwide duo (vocalist Seth Detrick from Oregon, the instrumentalist Tom Stevens from London) additionally tosses in a cyber metallic sorta tackle atmospherics, with laser sounds and obnoxious results atop the fray, whereas Weston Super Maim’s final declare to fame is their absolute apeshit depth. Chunky riffs, wild electronics, an utter lack of rhythm, and breakdowns galore add to the madness – a wierd dichotomy of unhinged bananas music and solemn and summary lyrics. In the end, See You Tomorrow Baby blessedly hits the candy spot between listenability, unhinged ridiculousness, and unashamed extra.
This unrelenting assault contains a blast for the keen to resist an utter lack of subtlety and dignified rhythm for mathcore depth with squonky tech and obscene sounds. The opening title monitor feels straight outta The Tony Danza Tapdance Extravaganza and Ion Dissonance’s college of thought, with chunky, djenty riffs providing a face filled with thick stuffing with stinging dissonant leads and wonky blastbeats, though this madness really kicks in with following monitor “Autistic Kill Trance.” Weston Super Maim does a bang-up job of constructing deathcore/dissodeath/djent as brutal as potential, then amping it with much more ridiculousness, a development additional proven in “Johnny Menomic,” “Brute Truth,” and the aptly titled “The Naked Most” in spacy cybermetal results and different types of madness. It options an professional mix of bananas hugeness, catchy earworms, moments that revel within the hugeness, and simply sufficient melody to distinction the large chew taken out of your left eardrum. There are 4 friends on See You Tomorrow Baby, however for higher, the duo creates a bulletproof sound that the contributors do little however inject a jolt of power. The nearer “Good Meadows in Each Route” affords punishment aplenty however provides a dimension of exploration to its proceedings.
See You Tomorrow Baby is large, dumb enjoyable. The manufacturing solely provides to its colossal loudness, which makes the extra subdued tracks fall by the wayside. “Sluggish Hell” and “Kryptonite Renegade” are the perfect examples, few riffs dominating and a few passages feeling like Frontierer or Psyopus copy-and-paste printer jobs, alongside a common and unwelcome subtlety. Whereas “Good Meadows in Each Route” does a bang-up job closing the album in its distinctive fusion of punishing and contemplative, its eight-minute-and-change runtime could make it really feel daunting and distant. These are small potatoes, and finally add to the dynamic of the album at giant, since you’re not right here for boundary-pushing music; you’re right here to have your cranium caved in by a few dudes who make large fats metallic.
This album has been on repeat for weeks, as a result of it’s each tormenting and insanely enjoyable. The dissonant loss of life metallic affect is basically an afterthought to Weston Super Maim, however I can’t inform if it’s as a result of the sonic palette doesn’t deal with it or the duo doesn’t take itself critically sufficient. Both approach, See You Tomorrow Baby leans arduous into djenty deathcore/mathcore with megaton riffs and extra coded into each monitor, with an obnoxious aesthetic that pairs surprisingly properly with its lyrical abstractness. With simply sufficient melody and respiratory room to present additional emphasis to the beatdown at its core, its extra-than-cheap forty-minute runtime ensures that, though by no means overstaying its welcome, you’ll get your justifiable share of punishment. Don’t you are worried about that.
Ranking: 3.5/5.0
DR: 6 | Format Reviewed: 320 kbps mp3
Label: Self-Launched
Web sites: westonsupermaim.bandcamp.com | fb.com/westonsupermaim
Releases Worldwide: March 15th, 2024