Methlab Explosion - Split w/ Critic Review


I cannot believe I am about to do this, but I am going to write a four hundred word review of a Noisegrind album. I am going to write a four hundred word review of an album that features fourteen tracks that are all called “Untitled”, fourteen tracks that feature no discernable lyrics and nothing even broaching traditional concepts of melody, rhythym, structure, harmony or just general coherence. I am going to write a 400 word review for a godless slab of harsh noise and it is in fact going to be a glowing review. Welcome to Trump’s America.

To make a long story short, Grindcore is essentially the most radical tendancies of Heavy Metal and Punk crystalizzed into it’s most esoteric and undigestible form. Grind songs are thirty second long spasms that focus more on intensity and ferocity rather than riffs or musicianship.

Noisegrind, the combination of Grindcore and Harsh Noise, is the natural extension of this concept, eschewing even the limited musicality of traditional Grindcore in favor of creating incomprehensible walls of violent noise and feedback meant to overwhelm the listener with blasts of pure sonic violence. Here we find that Metal music, if you could even call it either of those things, begins to transcend some of it’s genre paradigms and begins entering territory frequented by avant-garde jazz artists like John Zorn or even some of the post-modernist sound recordings of John Cage.

To most though, Noisegrind is just that, noise. Talentless, artless, godless racket, meant to be more of performance art or a shock tactic than actual music. For what it’s worth, it is a movement that speaks to me, it touches upon what I feel is the fundamental law of all things Metal and Punk: bring the intensity. In my opinion music doesn’t get any heavier than this stuff, the logical extreme where emotion, in this case anger, usurps influence from the form. A good Npoisegrind album is essentially plugging your headphones directly into the unspeakable rage and frustration we all feel at times.

Which brings us to this album.

It’s amazing how this is one of the angriest pieces of music I have ever heard, but it also, simultaneously, feels like a parody. Godless blasts of noise are delivered intercut with comical drum clicks, as if amid the chaos the band were concerned they would not be playing in time with each other. Even the intro, three hits on the hi-hat, feels like it’s mocking the cliché of intimidating album openers used by countless Metal bands. 

Everything works here. The band’s mission is to make noise. They do so with sample pad, hellacious vocals and a drummer who makes no pretenses towards anything resembling groove.
This album delivers the inherent promise of extreme music by tapping into hatred too obscene for things like words, melody or structure but somehow does so with a wry, meth-toothed grin on it’s face.

So yeah, I wrote 400 (now 500) words on a Noisegrind album that could have been summed up with one sentence: You are probably going to hate it but I fucking love it because you are a poser and I have no taste.

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