Attack on Memory

Most of Attack on Memory has an abrasive, shrewd backbone, but it’s those moments where Baldi hones his sweet touch where the album finds a satisfying balance of surprise and comfort.

Attack on Memory is too visceral to feel like escapism, too vital to feel like cheap revival.

With Attack on Memory, Baldi’s never felt more alive or more authentic.

On Attack On Memory, he’s moved in the opposite direction, opening up wide spaces in his music and letting the fury beneath breathe and then bellow.

It’s great, catchy as hell, and bristling with retro rage and vitriol.

At its best, Attack on Memory is emo filtered through the lens of somebody smart enough to acknowledge the occasional inanity of its sentiments

Attack On Memory is a short, sharp shock to breathe life into the currently rather lifeless genre of indie-rock.

Through Attack on Memory, Baldi maintains many of his songwriting charms—the knack for melody foremost—but he’s clearly made a sharp left turn in terms of the project’s capabilities.

This new darker and screechy-er rendering of Cloud Nothings may not be for everyone, but it’s certainly something a bit affable to try out if you’re feeling particularly scream-y and a little bit teenage

Attack On Memory might be on surface a pretty routine blast of crashing percussion, throaty vocals and biting guitars but repeated listens reveal a more nuanced affair full of charisma and spark.