September 25, 2017 - Supermoon
Atlanta contingent Omni recover Multi-Task hardly a year after their debut, Deluxe. That manuscript was a inharmonious tranquillity bomb, a liberate of appetite and instruction that befits a gilt-edged sharpness of Ought or Protomartyr though but a gurning nihilism, that matches a smartarse cocktail of Parquet Courts but intellectualising everything. It done an impression. Multi-Task doesn’t stone a vessel too much; if anything it is some-more streamlined, reduction abrasive, prepared to be swallowed whole.
It harks serve back, to post punk and art rock, and there’s a idea in title. The contingent take a influences that colour their sound and use them all during once, and for a infancy of a manuscript it works. Listen to a 1978-era Wire-esque power and echoed, mistake selected prolongation stylings throughout, privately on a glorious ‘First Degree’. ‘Equestrian’ has a Roxy Music-meets-peak-Strokes flamboyance, afterwards when a hi-hat jog hits a front it becomes some-more of a diabolical Devo shimmy. The Tera Melos finger-pick power from Frankie Broyles that opens ‘Choke’ slows down to a Television chord cadence. ‘Tuxedo Blues’ pins down a lead correctness and vibrated tragedy of Women before throwing it into a quirky spin cycle.
What Omni do, they do with impassioned proficiency, shorn of all fat and brine and withdrawal usually a many succulent, greatest cuts. Take ‘Supermoon’, a strain that manages to burst genres and time frames, a fidgeting, squirming, uber-confident goddess that’s all over in two-and-a-half minutes. Only closer ‘Type’ breaks a three-minute separator (and afterwards by a insignificant dual seconds), and it’s a lane that sticks many closely to a successful plans – this could simply be a some-more untroubled Verlaine/Hell saunter.
So because am we nonplussed? Every anxiety I’ve done here is to artists we adore and admire. Multi-Task is a good listen – I’ve had it on repeat for weeks, and a mad opening of ‘Southbound Station’ has soundtracked many a morning trudge. There is no doubt that these songs would ring in a live capacity, and expected kick a Ought or Protomartyr or Parquet Courts for clever efficiency and fervent frivolity. But it isn’t adequate to tip what is a good manuscript towards a great. Maybe it’s a miss of a torpedo hook. Maybe those ghosts of a greats ramble too openly opposite a album. Maybe it’s only me. we am left stranded between amatory Multi-task and wanting most more.