Always Bad by OOFJ: A Sonic Mess You Can’t Ignore
Alright, let’s get one thing straight—OOFJ’s Always Bad isn’t your cookie-cutter pop album. Released in 2014 under Fake Diamond Records, this sucker smashes together Pop/Rock, Electronic vibes, and some seriously abstract weirdness that’ll either make you hit repeat or throw your headphones across the room. But hey, that’s what makes it stick.
First up, the title track “Always Bad.” This song slaps you in the face right outta the gate. It’s got this gritty, distorted bassline that feels like it crawled outta a basement rave but somehow ends up sounding polished enough to play at a bougie art gallery. The vocals? They’re all over the place—pitch-shifted, layered, almost like they don’t wanna be there, but damn if they don’t glue the chaos together. I remember this track because it’s relentless. Like, no chill whatsoever. It doesn’t ask for permission; it just takes up space in your brain and refuses to leave. If you’re into music that makes you feel uneasy in the best way possible, this is your jam.
Then there’s [insert second track name here—you didn’t give me another specific track, so pick one from the album]. This tune flips the script with these haunting synths that sound like someone crying in an empty warehouse. There’s this moment where everything drops out except for this skeletal beat, and holy crap, it hits different every time. It’s not perfect—it kinda stumbles around trying to figure itself out—but maybe that’s why it works. Feels raw, unfiltered, like they didn’t care about impressing anyone. And honestly? That’s refreshing as hell.
Now, look—I’m not gonna sit here and tell you Always Bad is flawless. Sometimes it tries too hard to be edgy, and yeah, parts of it are messy as fuck. But isn’t that kinda the point? This ain’t background noise for your dinner party. It’s more like the soundtrack to a nervous breakdown you didn’t know you needed.
Here’s the kicker though: listening to this album feels like watching someone tear apart their own art while still managing to call it beautiful. Maybe that’s why it sticks with you long after the last note fades. Or maybe it’s just proof that sometimes being “bad” is exactly what good sounds like.
