Soundtrack for a world 10 years after its end.Felte / Telephone Explosion, 2017
8.0 / 10
If you’re a regular reader here, you’ll have noticed a trend in my writing. I like to talk about Liars’ album WIXIW a lot. I like to use it as a point of comparison — the album stuck with me in the years since its release, and I see its DNA all over the place. It’s not that it itself is an influential album, but these days, you can’t throw a rock without hitting a rock, pop, or punk band channeling their angst into synthesizers and drum machines. So it goes with Odonis Odonis’s new record, No Pop, which is their most biting, harshest record to date.
For a band that has teetered on the brink of crossing over into the indie-mainstream (an oxymoron?), No Pop is Odonis Odonis’s belligerent “no thank you.” Its music is harsh, and its rhythms are mechanical. However, the vocals provide enough soul (or humanity) to stop the record from becoming a hateful work of art. That said, the vocal melodies aren’t exactly pop. But they’re attentive and melodic enough that No Pop can’t be written off as misanthropic or some piece of experimentation. It feels like Holy Fuck’s new album, but less interested in the dance floor. In some ways that makes it more strange, and in some ways, it makes it more knowable.
This isn’t music for a dystopia. The is music for a place that is past its time for even being called a “dystopia”. As Stephen King would say, it’s for a world that has moved on.