
Daron Malakian is one of those cats who writes music as though his brain were on shuffle, a riot of riffs and melodies animated by a fidgety, channel-surfing sensibility.
One minute, he could be pocketed in an LA punk groove, his vocals juiced on an off-the-rails Jello Biafra energy, the next, he’ll hit a handbrake turn and work in something from out of left field. It could be a psychedelic arrangement, or some “folky dance Armenian dance keyboards” because why not, right?