Experiment XIII

Øscillatör, a deafkore band with tek-deaf elements, is quite possibly the most horrible excuse for a metal band ever created. I've never been this offended by music ever in my life (maybe a gross over-exaggeration - I've heard Opeth). This is what happens when you give an emo kid an 8 string guitar, show him a couple tek-deaf tunes through Facebook, tell him about pro-tools, and finally give him a macbook so he can ruin music for everyone. With all the tools in their possession to get an over-glossed production, it's sad that this band produces nothing more than the most random, artificial sounding, and lifestyle oriented (wigger culture) crap ever committed to plastic. The sad fact is that this can be easily mistaken for whatever cheesy wigger bands with interchangeable logos and band names play at outdoor "fests" for high school kids in your city.

The song structures are nonexistent. There will be a tek-deaf/deafkore hybrid riff similar to the sonic boredom The Faceless churn out, followed by clean breaks, randomly timed djent parts, discordant deafkore breakdowns, jockcore slamz, and even more obviously gimmicky moments that are done for the sake of some kind of ironic comedy. Things like Cynic vocoder musings made to sound more prepubescent, a Mariachi band section in one of the tracks, lite-jazz wanking, 8-bit video game bleeps, and science fiction movie samples are thrown in at random to create some kind of a "meta-atmosphere" which paints the picture of a guy using modern deafkore crap to be "ironically hip" when he should be a dubstep producer. The song themes and lyrics are ripped right out from their Floridian counterparts Abiotic and Misanthropic Tyrant's (a band Øscillatör is obviously cloning) pages of over the top Sci-Fi themed cheesiness that reads like a more nonsensical version of something The Faceless or Rings of Saturn would have made up. Generic music, generic lyrics. The funny thing is these bands like to throw the "progressive" tag around because their songs are comprised of multiple parts, but parts are all they are. There is no cohesion between anything going on in this to suggest some kind of meticulously organized order of importance, being more like a Guitar Center nerd playing a deafkore themed guitar suite to an audience of people playing Iphone games while a Mariachi band walks in at the 2 minute mark to interrupt him and Alien 3 is on TV in the background.

There is no reason for anyone to subject themselves to listening to this crap. Just looking at the "ironic" band picture should say it all. The only thing missing from that picture of 2 emo kids jumping around on the street like a pair of jackasses is a homicidal drunk guy driving a semi straight into them. Fortunately this band's status is "on hold", and I hope it stays this way. These kids would be wise to leave metal alone and figure out if they want to be Skrillex or Green Jelly. This "album" is a document on how mankind is heading straight down the proverbial toilet to hell. It's best to look at this album as if though it were Ebola laced AIDS and avoid it like the plague.