The result is a jittery patchwork of synthpunk pogos (“Evil Voices,” the Devo-esque “Dress Code”), industrial-icy electronica (“Animal Needs,” “Unseen Hand”), metallic punk zaps (“Salt My Doom”) and zany dance-pop (“Scapegoat”).
By the end of Doom Abuse, this frantic energy winds down and culminates in a grinding closer, “Damage Control,” whose grayscale synthpop recalls The Human League’s early days. But even this outlier resonates, thanks to the cloud of regret and sorrow that permeates its lyrics. Whether agitated or brooding, Doom Abuse is a pointed reminder that The Faint is most comfortable when things are slightly askew.
Having jerk-danced their way off the Ultra New Wave map in 2008 they now return with album seven, their goth-tinged electro-rock undimmed, their melodies unsettlingly wonky and their heads filled with scary voices ('Help In The Head', 'Evil Voices', 'Mental Radio'). A good seven years out of date, 'Doom Abuse' is pure synth-pop mania, frequently teetering between unadulterated Trent Reznor pop brilliance ('Unseen Hand', 'Lesson From The Darkness') and impressions of Skrillex driving a monster truck through a Savages gig in a video arcade ('Animal Needs', 'Dress Code'). Does it abuse you? Oh yeah…