Mama
came out in 2015, and while the objective here is to cover the most
recent output, this album holds a special place in my heart and I
couldn’t resist adding it to the list. I haven’t listened to many
albums that resemble this one – I’m not sure there’s anyone out
there who does a better job at mixing harsh noise, grindcore and
black metal.
Endon
describe themselves as “catastrophic noise metal”, and it suits
them well. Everything happening in Mama is either ominous,
cataclysmic, or downright frightening. It’s the first album that
made me actually grind my teeth from the intensity in years, and it’s
a quality the record keeps for a while.
The
album starts off with some interesting black metal-tinged guitar
work, but that soon grinds into noise, with parasite sounds
appearing, more intense riffs and drumming, and the craziest vocals
since Silencer. It’s great to hear how Endon can push the limits of
a section until it turns around and eats itself, becoming some
ungodly creation no one can really understand. There is a specific
moment in “Etude for Lynching by Family” which sounds like a
horror film is played along the already cacophonous black metal /
noise mix, and it’s one of the most chaotic pieces of music I’ve
heard.
While
a lot of the album sounds like concentrated grindcore aggression with
multiple noise songs being performed at the same time, Endon
sometimes takes their time and add in drone elements, such as in the
15-minute masterpiece Acme Apathy Amok. After a long, drawn out
portion of buildup, the release they came up with is spectacular. It
conjured images of being lost in space, my communications sputtering
and unresponsive, and I was somehow accepting my fate.
When people speak of “tortured” vocals, they
probably haven’t heard of this band. The pained grunting,
quasi-Silencer level agonizing falsetto and grindcore-style squealing
and growling are all areas the singer is talented in. It’s
fascinating to hear him have a conversation with himself, from victim
to executioner, with his panned wails reverberating throughout the
songs. I’m not sure what he’s saying, but I’m pretty sure it’s
just as terrifying as the rest of the music.
There
are a couple of strangely melodic, “musical” moments during the
album, including some actual guitar solos, but these are rare and
don’t interfere with the general heavy ambiance of the record –
they’re placed intelligently and serve as good contrast with what’s
going to follow. The rest is mostly wailing and bandsaws, what more
could you ask?
Giuseppe Fitzsimmons
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