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onewaymirror's newest release, Everything Wants Me To Write In Cursive, had slipped under my radar for far too long. I think I listened two or three times through it the day it came out, but since then I'd almost completely forgotten about it--possibly in part due to its brevity. Listening back recently, though, I don't know how I could've forgotten. Pulled from the absolute depths of teenagedom and every strain from those years of acclimating to the world, it captures that feeling we all return to sometimes, the feeling we recognize now only in shadows in the corners of our own insecurity.
Everything Wants Me To Write In Cursive rides on cheap pianos and delayed guitars, phasing in and out of existence like some undiscovered quantum particle--indecisive, strange, and fading into song at the speed of sound as spoken words remind us not to forget what we've learned, what we've experienced. "Our pictures will become old photographs" is a simple line, yet packed with a punch I wasn't expecting to hurt. To know that now will be left behind one day.
This Is My Way Of Saying Hello carries probably my favorite spoken word cadence of any song ever. It's pure, almost questioning the state of immovable, unchangeable things. It's betrayed only by these sliding, chugging, meat-loving, bashing guitars that rumble beneath the deafening pop of a weak snare. Screams and words, entangled with one another, brush up against these pillars of sonic destruction and make their home a broken one. Toms bubble out of nonexistence into back to back breakdowns, the second made complete by a dry china as it smashes every chance of recovery.
Fourth Song, actually the third song on the EP, has some of the most interesting guitar interplay on the whole project. They weave in and out of almost unbearable proximity like lovers in a quarrel, the only wall dividing them being a crunching bass that drives up and down every expanse of the wooden instrument. These guitars sound like velcro ripping apart, scattered and swarming and disorienting without losing their rigid discipline.
First Song is simply the most diverse. Between different signature sprays and dynamic twists, they curl in and out of severity like masters. The ending is just rolling, guttural noise against almost-grindcore drums.
The Difference Between Said And Done builds over its first twenty seconds so elegantly, these distorted waves coming in varying forms and ending in unity. Every moment of tension is high, molding and rolling off of our tongue in sounds foreign, blood boiled, and songs cut and dry in their making. That breakdown about 30 seconds before the ending is nuts, and I couldn't even explain to you why it hit me as hard as it did.
Beautiful in their fury, onewaymirror is rightfully infamous. Never failing to prove themselves both in furthering their musical journeys and widening their skills, they cannot be overestimated. I would actually kill to see this shit live. Thanks for reading, guys. Sorry it's a short one.
8.5/10
-Foster
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