On their latest effort, Does It Offend You, Yeah? do their best impression of the audio equivalent of an epileptic seizure. Like the urban myth of eating pop rocks and drinking soda, the combination of loud, aggressive dance beats with pop rock tendencies should make your head explode, but Don't Say We Didn't Warn You
doesn't quite achieve that level of carnage (it's at least definitely fizzy and enjoyable). DIOYY specialize in what I like to call the twisty-distorted riff, an effect somewhere in between a siren and Diplo pushing buttons for Major Lazer. The T-D riff anchors nearly all of their tracks, and if you haven't enjoyed some combination of strobe lights and substance abuse enhancing your enjoyment of "dance music", this may not be your flavor. Bon Iver, this is not. But if you'd rather party than contemplate, look no further.
It's hard to go deeper than that. Amidst the clutter of sound-bytes and rally cries, the band doesn't weave a tapestry so much as continually throw string in the air and wait for it to fall before picking it up and repeating the process. It's the album equivalent of the Electric Daisy Carnival. A few cuts, like "The Knive" and "Broken Arms", edge a little bit more towards traditional pop-rock song structure, but nothing else really differentiates too much from the band's "balls to the wall" mentality when it comes to writing hooks. The more contemplative moments sound more like waiting for another drink at the bar, and the difference between the spinning discs of a velvet-rope club bro-jockey and this album's more adrenaline pumping moments are thin, if existent.
Don't Say We Didn't Warn You
is, above all else, a haughty bit of audio masturbation, pre-packaged for the late night jacked-up jelly legs in dimly lit rooms. "F*ck you you're wrong/f*ck you we're right" the phantom voice cries on "The Wrestler", which could be right, but about what exactly, we're not sure.
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