You know that tried-and-true (read cliché) expression: you’re damned if you do and you’re damned if you don’t? It’s a feeling we’ve all had at some point, where regardless of one’s action or inaction, one end’s up with an equally unenviable situation. I’m willing to bet that feeling, that concept is what motivated the soon-to-be-celebrating ten years of existence Oneida to compose Preteen Weaponry, a highly atmospheric song of disquieting potency, blending their volatile improvisational nature to their poised, proficient instrumentation to create a tense, hypnotic moment.

The song starts off with some desperately frantic drumming, splashing through a cloud of noisy grit, as expectant guitar chords fleetingly timbre a muted melody which attempts to make sense of the surrounding distortion, yet feels eerily drowned out by the frenetic noise. Far-off rumblings the background foreshadow the second part of the song, which enters a barrage of deep, gutteral baritone drones, bitcrunched into a ghastly storm of unnerving turbulence. Then, as if finding shelter, a clear yet fathomless hum grows out of the storm, as guitars reverberate in an empty state of solitude, and drums batter like window shutters in strong wind, providing protection but no comfort.

Like I said: damned if you do, damned if you don’t.

MP3: Oneida - Preteen Weaponry (Edited Version)

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