Taking Meds

Taking Meds sounds like the exact moment a technical math-rock band decides they actually want to write radio hits, but they can't quite stop themselves from being weird. The guitars are clean but biting, weaving around each other with a jagged, interlocking logic that recalls the best of the 90s post-hardcore scene. It is music that feels physically restless, constantly shifting its weight from one foot to the other while maintaining a relentless, driving momentum.

What truly sets them apart is the collision of high-level musicianship and a deeply cynical, often hilarious lyrical perspective. They avoid the earnest tropes of modern emo in favor of a dry, observational wit that feels more like a conversation at a bar than a diary entry. The vocals often sit in a sweet spot between a deadpan delivery and a melodic shout, providing a grounded anchor for the instrumental complexity swirling beneath them.

Start with Dial M For Meds if you want to hear their most polished and infectious songwriting to date. If you prefer something a bit more raw and aggressive, I Hate Me captures the band's ability to turn self-loathing into a high-energy, technical masterclass. It is the perfect entry point for anyone who misses when guitar music felt dangerous and clever at the same time.