Misanthropy - things are about to get ugly

Misanthropy

The Ever-Crushing Weight of Stagnance

Transcending Obscurity Records

13 December 2024

This particular Misanthropy from the Chicago area (as opposed to a handful of other U.S. bands with the same name, according to Metal Archives) has come a long way. If one listens to their debut album from 2015, it does not sound like the same band, when they were something like a thrash growl punk band obsessed with sharks and nachos. Here are some ideas for listening to the new music of their third album. First, don't let the cacophony distract you, which is difficult to do. This is technical, dissonant, brutal death metal. It's noisy, chaotic, ear-splitting horrific sounds from beginning to end. Second, try to hear the music beyond the noise of farm animal jazz from Mars.

If you are able to make it past the noise, then the fog will lift, and you will hear music hiding behind the hideous barrage. It's jolting, horrid music for sickos. It is unmelodic, self-indulgent, brutal tech-prog metal. It is a fun, engaging listen if you like challenging crossword puzzle extreme metal with many fun details behind the wall of brutality. The first song features warped Frankenstein funky jazz metal chops in a cloud of growling and blasting. The second track throws down some dissonant grooves, while the third track hits on some all-out blasting bursts of speed with some downtuned thrashy riffs to get a mosh pit going. The fourth song busts out some slamming riffs with some sideways math and pinch harmonics (?!). The fifth song explores something like dissonant doom math groove (what.exactly?). The sixth song has some subtle monk-like chanting with high shrieking with guitar work for which I needed to open my algebra book to look up some of these equations. Before I know it, I am on the last song, for a total of 44 minutes of string bending capriciousness. On the seventh song, one guitar is effectively attacking the other, and the two guitars are orchestrating a collision of notes spiraling into each other. Just like that, the puzzle ends. Did the album even make sense? Not at all, but sit up, chin up, shoulders back, pay closer attention. Run it back. This time, try to focus harder. The headache that the album has caused shall be cured with repeated listens. Keep going. This yellow brick road is pretty wobbly, but the dizziness can be fun.