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| photos courtesy of My Friend My Urn and Elijah Seger. |
I'll say it here, once and for all to hear: My Friend My Urn is my favorite band. Not just local, but in totality. An absolute powerhouse of drawn-out, hardcore emo soundscapes and the embodiment of an unrelentingly heavy and crushing ideological demonstration poised against the oppressive thumb of American tyranny. A supergroup and the sweetest, most about-it people you'll meet, Demo 2025 is the perfect demonstration of passionate souls turned to sound.
song 1 creeps into audibility, Sterling and Berta's guitars only whispers obscured by growing fuzz. Zander pulls us closer with oscillating hats and rising tensions, slowly taking up more space until dropping at our feet like iron anchors. Really, that's what they sound like: anchors--great feats of human ingenuity turned to reveal their ugly underbelly and swept across the treacherous sea to drown amidst their blind victims. Snares bubble and crack as guitars recede into the background, Berta and Aidan's voices intwined like lovers' hands and cracking at the seams, at the very edge of ability.
Walls of fuzz and a constant, pulsating drum take us through this hypnotic dredge, two voices calling out like the echoes of lost mothers and pleas of the forgotten. Tendrils of hardcore violence seep through the cracks of the hull as we dive head first into their wake, memories of melodies from minutes ago barely managing to overpower its ferocity with help from Aidan's outstretched voice--an olive branch among thorns. Sterling and Berta's guitars switch from chugging to screeching to, finally, cradling us into a harmonic bliss.
"Is this really life or death to you? / Or is it just words?" Berta whispers with uncomfortable closeness as our song dies, succumbs to the peace of the waves and the budding silence. Zander's drums turn back to fuzzy remnants of a rhythm and Aidan's screams face away to other rooms, cracking with the dying hope for the goal of all this rebuilding.
song 2 takes on an almost poppy timbre (although, anything after song 1 feels upbeat), Zander forcing us into that steady thrashing rhythm with a quick fill. Sterling strums out sharp, sliding melodies with some glance at a silver lining beneath screaming, dark clouds and distorted figures. We launch into a guttural breakdown, hailed by a single ringing ride bell, and then, succumb to dying noise.
My Friend My Urn is undeniably the most exciting project to come out of Arizona over the past couple years. They are ridiculously exacting in their vision--a damningly beautiful and harrowing one, at that. Thank you for all of this, guys, and for the much-needed musical reprieve the scene has been begging for.
10/10
Stream Demo 2025.
-Foster
"The first song on this demo is about abortion, and the depravity of the U.S. Republican administration. 800 women a day die from preventable causes without access to abortion and general healthcare. We will forever stand against the fascist ideologies and anti-human lawmaking of the U.S. administration... Through unity we are strong, we are not free until we are all free."
- Taken from My Friend My Urn's cassette liner notes.
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