Offworld Narcotics plunge deep into a mire of mood and menace on their latest transmission, the Siren Serpent EP. Steering the wreckage is New Jersey’s Bryan Drummond, with New York’s William Fyke twisting knobs and conjuring structure: equal parts songwriter, producer, and mad chemist in a collapsing lab. From upstate, Brandon Bera hammers out the heartbeat, stitching chaos into coherence from behind the drum kit and in the edit suite.
Rooted in trip hop’s after-hours unease—Massive Attack’s tension, Portishead’s ache—the trio swerves with intent through electronica, industrial, shoegaze, and post-punk. This is a grindhouse of ghosted beats and glowering textures, where spectral synths coil around bruised basslines and smeared melodies. Smoke-stained, sweat-slicked, and impossible to pin down, Siren Serpent slithers.
Siren Serpent and the second single, Chained (The Descent), ooze with noir-tinged textures and circling dread, their sound thick with atmosphere and bristling with intent. Each song features a different guest vocalist, fresh voices dragged through their digital fog. Brooding, bruised, and bizarrely beautiful…Offworld Narcotics bottle the storm, then spike it.
Siren Serpent thrashes through the tangled tug-of-war between craving and collapse. Desire boils, frustration festers; each line laced with the ache of a bond gone sour. The artist teeters between clinging and cutting loose, pulled by passion, pinned by pressure. It’s the bitter ballet of mutual fixation: two hearts too tangled, choking on their own closeness. That tension, equal parts yearning and recoil, crackles with emotional static. Self-awareness slinks in, not as salvation, but as surrender. The mess is mutual. The blame, beautifully shared. And the break? Maybe already begun.
The answer arrives, anxious and uninvited, in Chained (The Descent), a claustrophobic crawl through paranoia and pulse. Cymbals crash like sirens, symbols splinter meaning, and everything reeks of dread dressed as jazz with a Middle Eastern flair. It’s slow, slurred, and strangely seductive, like a séance at sunrise, or a panic attack in 5/4 time. Best consumed alone, far from friendly faces, where the air feels thinner and the sky forgets to blink. A fever dream you don’t wake from, just dissolve into.
Listen to Siren Serpent and Chained (The Descent) below:
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