Released: 2013, Self-released
Reviewer: Peter Atkinson
We All Have Day Jobs have been lurking in the garages, basements and local dives of Central New Jersey since 2007, self-releasing a couple of albums and an EP along the way. The new six-track Inflict/Enantiodroma marks their fourth release and proves itself more than worthy of tracking down on Bandcamp or iTunes.
For what appears to be more of a hobby than anything else for these guys – though drummer Paul Christiansen put in some time with pirate metallers Swashbuckle and frontman Max Lichtman plays drums with black metallers Immolith - they dole out a surprisingly well scripted and executed mashup of technical death metal, “modern metal” and a hint of math metal, evoking the likes of the similarly named Job For a Cowboy, Lamb of God or, at times, Meshuggah. Indeed, one gets the impression that if the band took the, umm, band more seriously, they could probably get themselves signed. But if they're cool doing things the way they've been doing them, more power to 'em.
The material on Inflict/Enantiodroma (which means something along the lines of all things eventually turn in to or are replaced by their opposite) is a brutal, yet sophisticated brew of jagged, sometimes elliptical riffs, off-kilter tempos and raw power that, though apparently homemade, also sounds great. After the piano intro “Surface,” it's off to the races on Lichtman's bulldog voice and the roiling guitars of “It Began With A Spore.” “Seeping From Parted Jaws” leaps and swerves all over the place, led by Christiansen's scattershot drumming, as does “Unto The Pariah,” which also dares to bring a brief breakdown into the mix.
“The Automaton” is modestly punchier and less frantic, with a nifty solo from Kyle Neeley countering Lichtman's abrasive vocals, whereas “All My Woes, Combined” has a djenty bent with its quirky, jazz on steroids structure that again showcases Neeley's dexterity. The EP offers a tasty sample of all the band can do, but then it all ends so soon and leaves one wanting more of their so-called “blue collar brutality.”
Hopefully, they'll be back in the basement or garage soon enough.