Hi folks! My name is Klaus, and unfortunately, I rarely write articles here on Iron Backstage. But today, I couldn't miss the chance to cover this cool record - big thanks to Grand Sounds PR for sending it our editor's way, who then forwarded it to me! Here we go!
It’s 1 a.m., I’m halfway through a bag of Doritos, flipping through my promo list like a bored dude looking for something cool, when I trip over End of Time. An Evening With Knives? Sounds like a weird dinner party, but whatever, I hit play, thinking it’ll be some chill tunes to vibe to while I make my munchies more interesting. Huge miscalculation. Half a minute later, my place is a disaster - Doritos dust everywhere, speakers blasting, and I’m sitting there, eyes bugging out, wondering if I just kicked off a sound explosion.
This album is like the band threw a fistful of sparks into a dumpster fire. The guitars don’t just buzz; they chomp - like a pack of electric wolves tearing through the air. The drums? Picture a toddler with a sledgehammer smashing a pile of junk - chaotic, loud, and messed up but awesome. And the bass? It’s that shady guy at the party who’s up to no good, but you’re too curious to look away.
End of Time isn’t just noise for the hell of it. It’s got this sneaky little spark, like a prank that catches you off guard. One minute, you’re headbanging to a riff that could knock down a wall; the next, you’re floating in this weird, spacey buzz, like you’re stuck in a lava lamp. There’s even a part where I swear they snuck in a funky little beat - almost like a disco hiccup in the middle of a riot. It’s bonkers, and I’m totally here for it.
The whole thing’s quick and dirty - eight tracks, like a killer playlist you’d throw together for a road trip. No dragged-out intros or endless drone-fests; just pure gut-punch vibes. And it’s messy in the best way. You can practically smell the sweat and spilled beer, like they recorded this in a grungy basement and didn’t bother cleaning it up. Why would they? That rawness is what makes it slap.
Here’s my hot take: this album’s got attitude. It’s not moping around like a lot of post-metal - it’s smirking, like it knows it’s about to mess with you and it’s loving every second. There’s this one track that starts with a slinky little riff, almost flirty, before it sucker-punches you with a wall of sound. It’s playful, it’s rowdy, and it’s got more personality than half the stuff I’ve heard this year.
Flaws? Eh, maybe. If you’re the type who needs everything neat and tidy, this might ruffle your feathers. And yeah, it’s over faster than you’d like - like when the bar kicks you out mid-story. But honestly? That just makes me want to hit play again and ride the chaos one more time.
So, who’s this for? Anyone who likes their music loud, weird, and a little off the rails. If you’d rather shotgun a beer with a band that’s breaking all the rules than sit through another snoozefest, End of Time is your jam. It’s not here to hold your hand - it’s here to drag you into the madness and leave you buzzing.
Top moment: That part where it goes from chill to holy crap in three seconds flat. You’ll know it when you hear it. Just don’t spill your drink.
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