Flip.Durkens | July 26, 2021, 1:07 a.m.
Everyone knows that Other Mother's Day's exacerbated but indigenous debut ep, Soup's On, provided a ransom for the alienated soul of a thoughtful nomad. When Other Mothers Day is not simply bursting into flames, they're penetrating the social norms of a feckless and overgrown perjority, ransacking and harvesting the much needed arrogance from the airpod generation. But after seeing them last night in some yuppies basement, tucked away in a wanna be hipsterville, I now have a vivid comprehension of the three core members of OMD.
The lead vocalist, Carlie Sloan, provides a reckless but agnostic take to mom bands across the globe, resonating with the nostalgic desires of both the T9 word punks and charismatic zoo pal kids of the early naughty aughties. Her euphonic tones of egotistical sonority regulate the chemical imbalance of the contrite soul, producing metaphysical compounds that oxidize the metastability of her listeners eardrums. Ryan Boyle's unhinged and unapologetic approach to the new wave battlefield of modern normcore romcom rock perpetuates a message of solitude and hypocrisy to landlock households across the globe. At a glance, the ritzy movements of Boyle's phalanges summon inklings of drive-through-car-wash, barrell-in-the-back-of-the-truck, stump-in-the-kitchen vibes, when in reality, his go kart kata applied to the jazz box radiates a rooftop symphony of rarity and dysmorphia that could only be found in the sullen annals of a Frank Herbert novel. Brendan Nessel's highly poetic yet relatable guess on the regulated per diem of the cord cutters mixtape embellishes the war cry of the stay-at-home sycophant, mutualizing the phonetic posterity of HOAs throughout the upper middle Atlantic coast, while also capitalizing on the nocturnal tannins of absent fathers everywhere. The negligence of unsanitary guitar riffs mixed with hedonistic beats and warbles on the pads produce a conflicting sensation that could only be theoretically equivocated to the emotional rollercoaster that a Philadelphian realtor would experience during the 2008 MLB post season.