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05 September 2011

END


DOOM!: You can't go wrong with it.
END's debut album Sounds Of Disaster was probably an easy pick for Mike Patton at Ipecac Recordings. It's just what the doctor recommended: fractured, diusturbed, frantic, frothing at the mouth and yet quite soothing and melodious at times. The sound of our blissful floating straight to hell. No, wait, not floating, not blissful. This album has a brick firmly thrust upon the throttle, we're tied and gagged and blind-folded in our seats and the edge is getting closer and closer. Some songs, like the one I'm putting up here, live right across the hall from any song on Suspended Animation: beady eyed madness.

END also reminds me of C'mon & Kypski and of, whatsisface, Tom Barman's project Magnus. And probably a milion others, but I don't really listen to electro music.
This album is by no means mysterious in its intended theme and purpose: it's about the end of the world. Any and every review mentions at least three random titles from this album to undreline this fact (I literally underlined it, how come the others hadn't thought of that) aaaand because the titles are really funny: "To hell with everyone", "You only live once", "Ruin anyone, anywhere, anything", "Good riddance", "Fit to die" and so on and so forth.

There was another little band called Error which only has one EP out, but check out the titles here. You can't go wrong, I'm telling you.

Anyway, what I really really love about this album is that it Ends. Haha. It ends with a track entitled Untitled which samples Skeeter Davis' "The end of the world" and it really sounds like you're slowly sliding through a spear or something. You're dying each second of it. It's so sadistically tender. This song - the original - reminds of the movie "Sea of Love" based on the song of the same name. In that film somebody always dies on that song and Al Pacino has a really hard time for 2 hours trying to figure things out. It really works, you see, to pick a melancholic, soft song, preferably  sung by a woman with a very longing, craving, dreamy  voice and add the element of brutal death and/or imply some sort of insanity related to it. It's really creepy. It's like lullabies echoing through cemeteries. Rosemary's Baby kind of shit. Brrr. I've listend to Nina Gordon's version too, but that sucks ass.

End - You only live once


Skeeter Davis - The End Of The World


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