Metal, in pretty much all its forms, has always been on a mission to do things, bigger, harder, faster, heavier than its competitors. It may have sprung from a doomy yet melodic place but as it evolved and spawned new sub-genres many of these new metal tribes wrote their own rules to fit their preferences. And so Trash Metal was born, a genre based around the idea of pushing things to the limits.

Jud A Moller makes music which sits in this category, music which both tips its hat to the past and looks to the future. The music here is dense, intense and claustrophobic, constructed from walls of guitar noise and technicality, thunderous backbeats and relentless, half-buried vocals.

It opens up with an onslaught of sonic mayhem in the form of Don’t Pretend, where Tony Solis’ guitar rips, roars and squalls like a sonic storm at sea, the vocals seem to be consumed in the raging attack and the whole thing is fuzzed out and furious. I’m not sure how much of this is intentional or due to a lack of musical separation when thesongs were mixed but the result is unique and unusual, striking and intense.

The tracks on the EP tend to follow a similar template but not in every instance and songs such as Drag Me Down and its strange, off-kilter rhythms and caustic chaos, show that there is more than one string to these musicians bow. It’s not Thrash Metal but then, I’m not totally sure what it is. Jazz-metal meets deconstructed hip-hop? Who knows? Who cares?

The EP ends with The Darkside Prevails (In Hell) a slab of white-hot, industrial metal, the sound of infernal machines beating out a tune, all-enveloping guitars grinding the melody into the cold earth and relentless beats as likely inspired by the destruction of worlds as by any conventional rhythms.

Intense is the word that I keep returning to, also relentless, extreme, rabid, caustic and so many others which don’t normally form the language of music journalism. But why not? When music feels like it has got a bit bland, when even the metallic masters of mayhem seem to be not doing the job they should, then Dick Dabs & The Shatters is the place to turn.

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