Omni's debut 'Deluxe' was one of those records which seeped rather than marched into your consciousness. The fact that we sell a copy seemingly on a daily basis exemplifies it's popularity. The band have the nimble fleet fingered sound of fellow Athens group Pylon and in guitarist Frankie Broyles they have an ex Deerhunter nimble on the fretwork. This second LP expands their musical palette whilst keeping their minimalist agit-pop sound intact.
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We drank some particularly strong coffee today; so it goes, Omni would say. Jumping about the place like an over-piqued collective of office drones mid mass-walkout, their guitars work themselves into a frenzy and thrive on it. Their last record, the snarkily titled ‘Deluxe’, was a fine blueprint to riff-spangled indie rock. This one is more of the same, but as its title of outstretched arms suggests, they’ve now got it down to a fine art.
The comparisons are so easy: tonally discordant but jangly and jubilant, they don’t half get me nostalgic for the first Women record and the latest one by the Hecks -- but those bands are bummers, man, and Omni aren’t. With their strange ability to supercharge their mundane rock setup (greying bass lines and scattershot drums make up their lovely, understated rhythm section) into something as inspirational as a big ol’ thumbs up, their music most directly reminds me of Ought -- taking riffs and tunings typical of sour noise rock and giving them an aerobic triumph.
Their song structure has come a long way: lovers of a bumpy ride, they often pull back on their fleeting and perpetual melodies for momentary breakdowns -- here they feel a part of the journey rather than an obstacle for it, each striking chord or momentary change a swerving scenic route on their way to wherever in hell. I could tell you about moments on moments of this one, but I’m mostly here for those shrill harmonic strums at the end of “Tuxedo Blues”. Underrate Omni at your own peril; I did, and now all my friends hate me.
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