Really quite remarkable

If there’s ever been something to be said in their favour, it’s that Bring Me the Horizon have never been afraid to change up their sound. Whether it’s a transition from strident unfocused deathcore to a more palatable metalcore aggression to radio-baiting arena metal and beyond rock itself with excursions into electronica, the band has never been shy to wear various guises or take a risk to widen their audience or expand their music.

With that in mind, the British experimentalists plunge into the first of apparently four EPs in the Post Human cycle by throwing everything against the wall to see what sticks. From the straight up generic (Ludens) to the outright absurd (Kingslayer, a duet with Babymetal), from powerful electro-industrial, nu-metal, electro-pop and even a small slice of furious metalcore – Dear Diary comes right out of the Sempiternal era – Post Human: Survival Horror is everything they’ve done, informed further by video game soundtracks and a world plunged into environmental and political crisis and pandemic.

Critically, there’s a ferocity and aggression here that the band hasn’t approached since two albums ago – the rage of Obey, for example, is genuinely palpable, with guest Yungblud putting in a snarling performance. At times, the strident electronic elements threaten to topple everything and more than occasionally the songs sound too busy – Kingslayer, of course, has just too much going on – but this bewildering array of sounds provides a sonic metaphor for the confusion and alarm of worldwide events during which the EP was created – just as the starkness of the closing track points to global despair.

It’s actually pretty rare for a major rock act to capture the zeitgeist so immediately and resoundingly, and somehow it’s taken Bring Me the Horizon to do it. Survival Horror is really quite remarkable.

  1.  1. Dear Diary
    2. Parasite Eve
    3. Teardrops
    4.Obey
    5. Itch for the Cure (When Will We Be Free?)
    6. Kingslayer
    7. 1×1
    8. Ludens
    9. One Day the Only Butterflies Left Will Be in Your Chest as You March to Your Death