Electro-rockers subtract originality.With Armistice, New Orleans quartet Mutemath veers further and further from the myriad genre references that comprised its intriguing debut, taking one step closer to middle-of-the-road alt-rock anonymity.
Singles-to-be like “The Nerve” contrast frenzied, kinetic
instrumentation with pump-it-up vocals, bursting with ambition and
stadium-rock dreams—a grating foil to the band’s otherwise respectable
attempt at post-rock experimentation, which is ultimately rendered
background noise against vocalists Paul Meany and Greg Hill’s anthemic
howls. The result is an awkward balancing act between a premature lust
for accessibility and an obvious knack for the avant-garde, shirking
traces of the latter in an ill-fated attempt at evolution.