Review Summary: An open letter to Brain Drill
Dear Brain Drill,
Call me a dreamer, a masochist, or both, but there is a tiny part of me that really wants to like your music. Key word, “wants”. Even though it knows better, a part of my brain yells a little bit louder than all the logical voices telling me that you can only bring pain, pain, and more pain. Well, it looks like that little voice has got the best of me once again, because for the last couple of weeks I have been trying to wrap my head around your latest album Quantum Catastrophe
to no avail. I must admit that you have chosen a perfectly fitting name for it. It certainly is a catastrophic mess. By this point in your career one would think that the thrill of mashing together hyper-technical bullsh*t into an unlistenable slurry of seemingly random dun-dun-dweedle-dun-dweedle-this could go on for f*cking ever-dun-dweedle-de's over a climaxing rhythm section that needs to aim away from their eyes, fear risk of blindness, would have run its course, but no, you're still an annoying clusterf*ck of every negative cliché about technical death metal.
It's a shame too, because buried deep within the wreckage that is Quantum Catastrophe
are some really cool moments. Sadly, I'm hard pressed to remember any of them after listening to the album, due to your inability to repeat ANYTHING in a song. That is if you could really call these haphazard cacophonies songs. Aren't songs usually a cohesive musical idea" I mean, yeah, I get that structure isn't your thing, but come on, work with me here! Don't you guys want to be known for something more than just being “that one band” with “that dude that can shred”, or “that bassist that plays the most incredible fills”" Obviously there is the notoriety that comes with having the most “world's fastest drummer” tags on your Youtube videos, but after that initial shock is gone, what have you left your listeners with" Nothing.