Arms Crossed in the Afterlife: See You Next Tuesday - 8 Dead, 9 If You Count the Fetus (Redux) (Track Review) Released: 1/29/26
Deathcore has never been a genre shy about titles designed to make people flinch, and See You Next Tuesday leans hard into that tradition here. The name alone is going to do a lot of the marketing work; it's the kind of title built to get shared, argued about, and remembered, whether or not people ever press play. But strip away the shock value of the title, and what's actually happening in the song is more restrained and, frankly, more interesting than the name suggests. Musically, this redux gives the band's rhythm section plenty of room to do damage. Rick Woods' bass sits low and mean in the mix, giving the breakdowns a physical weight that hits somewhere in the chest rather than just the ears. James Watson's drumming matches that intensity blast for blast, but there's more going on than pure speed; the tempo shifts throughout the track are handled with real precision, giving the song a sense of structure rather than just relentless bludgeoning. It's the difference between chaos and controlled aggression, and this track lands closer to the latter.
Drew Slavik's guitar work is the track's connective tissue, moving between churning, down-tuned riffs and sharper, more melodic runs that cut through the density of the low end. The "Redux" framing suggests this is a reworked version of an earlier track, and if so, the guitar arrangement feels like it's had time to breathe; there's more dynamic range here than a lot of straightforward deathcore tends to allow itself. Then there's Chris Fox on vocals, whose delivery oscillates between a guttural low end and a more melodic, almost cleaner tone during the song's more emotionally direct moments. And that's really where the song's actual substance lives, not in the title, but in lyrics that are more about disillusionment and resentment than anything literal.
Lines like "I'm sick of all you are" and "if it was up to me, we wouldn't have happened" read less like a horror-movie premise and more like the ugly, unfiltered aftermath of a relationship that's curdled into contempt. The imagery of demons standing arm-in-arm in the afterlife, "arms crossed" in solidarity, gives the song a kind of grim, defiant satisfaction the sense of someone finding peace not through resolution, but through burning the whole thing down and walking away unbothered. That contrast is worth pointing out: the title promises shock, but the lyrics deliver something closer to bitter catharsis. Whether that's a deliberate bait-and-switch or just a case of deathcore's tendency toward attention-grabbing song names outpacing the actual content, it's hard to say. But it does mean the track has more emotional throughline than the title alone would lead you to expect.
Where the song succeeds is in its sense of controlled fury. This isn't a band throwing every technical trick at the wall; the breakdowns feel purposeful, arriving at moments that actually earn the payoff rather than just checking a genre box. Where it stumbles slightly is in leaning so heavily on a title that risks overshadowing the actual craftsmanship happening underneath it. There's a real song here, with real dynamics and a real emotional arc, and it's a shame if the shock value of the name is the only thing people walk away talking about. For fans already embedded in the deathcore scene, "8 Dead, 9 If You Count the Fetus (Redux)" will likely land as exactly what it's designed to be: aggressive, cathartic, and unapologetic. For newer or more casual listeners, it might be a harder entry point, if only because the title creates expectations the song itself doesn't strictly meet, which, depending on your perspective, is either a clever subversion or a missed opportunity to fully commit to the bit.
Either way, See You Next Tuesday clearly know their lane, and they're not interested in softening any edges to make the ride more comfortable. Whether that reads as confidence or excess probably depends on how much patience you have for extremity as an aesthetic in itself. But underneath the provocation, there's a tighter, more considered piece of songwriting than the title lets on, and that's worth acknowledging, even if it's not what gets people talking first.
Where the song succeeds is in its sense of controlled fury. This isn't a band throwing every technical trick at the wall; the breakdowns feel purposeful, arriving at moments that actually earn the payoff rather than just checking a genre box. Where it stumbles slightly is in leaning so heavily on a title that risks overshadowing the actual craftsmanship happening underneath it. There's a real song here, with real dynamics and a real emotional arc, and it's a shame if the shock value of the name is the only thing people walk away talking about. For fans already embedded in the deathcore scene, "8 Dead, 9 If You Count the Fetus (Redux)" will likely land as exactly what it's designed to be: aggressive, cathartic, and unapologetic. For newer or more casual listeners, it might be a harder entry point, if only because the title creates expectations the song itself doesn't strictly meet, which, depending on your perspective, is either a clever subversion or a missed opportunity to fully commit to the bit.
Either way, See You Next Tuesday clearly know their lane, and they're not interested in softening any edges to make the ride more comfortable. Whether that reads as confidence or excess probably depends on how much patience you have for extremity as an aesthetic in itself. But underneath the provocation, there's a tighter, more considered piece of songwriting than the title lets on, and that's worth acknowledging, even if it's not what gets people talking first.
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