Where once a clear vision of anarchic rebellion stood fulled by societal frustrations and obligatory anger, Ho99o9 have descended into an exploratory realm of their own identity. No longer a rattling urgency pervades these abrasive constructs as tangents diverted from rage lack a chemistry to invigorate like their prior anger anthems do.
Half the songs, like Target Practice, OK, I'm Reloaded, Tapeworm, LA Riots and Godflesh, conjure the best of this duo, uniting dirty Punk power chord abuse with snappy mosh rhythms and gritty electronic noise abuse. So to do there attention grabbing lyrics and social-political themes echo the bands better material.
In deviating from their sharpest formulae, some ideas clearly echo others. Escape captures somewhat of the in vogue Turnstile soaring spirit. Psychic Jumper's jittered rhythm, quirky synths and feverish singing reeks of Tyler The Creator. Immortal's collaboration with Chelsea Wolfe sounds like two separate songs mashed together.
An improvement on Skin, Tomorrow We Escape is all listenable, enjoyable even. A fair record full of variety, mood shifts and interesting compositions. Whats lacking is that shock value, a hit of adrenaline, the spurious venom of urgency that defined previous albums and EPs. Their ideas were once fresh and original. Now feeling worn in and lacking suprise. The new efforts between those familiar grooves simply mediocre.
Rating: 5/10
An improvement on Skin, Tomorrow We Escape is all listenable, enjoyable even. A fair record full of variety, mood shifts and interesting compositions. Whats lacking is that shock value, a hit of adrenaline, the spurious venom of urgency that defined previous albums and EPs. Their ideas were once fresh and original. Now feeling worn in and lacking suprise. The new efforts between those familiar grooves simply mediocre.
Rating: 5/10