Wiremother’s tag-line is, “We make noise”. It’s a little like Jabba the Hut saying “I eat”; if you’ve seen them live you’ll understand. They’re the only band that’ve made my eyes blister; people around me looked like they were in a wind-machine, and I swear I could fucking taste the noise. The EP doesn’t match this of course – especially on my shite speakers – but it’s certainly “noise”. I advise against playing it around people who shit themselves easily.
Opening track “Red Menace” is powerful swooping charge that captures the band’s sound; brilliantly powerful drumming, descending key changes, soaring riffs and the feeling a of looming explosion. It’s followed by the radio-friendly titled, “Humbaba/huwawa” which – so Google tells me – is the name of a monster in the Epic of Gilgamesh. It too bristles with power, and teases with snippets of serenity before charging ahead. “Pirate, You Racist” follows and it’s my personal favourite; it starts off sounding like someone shooting rockets at an abattoir, before slowing to something more menacing. A man whispers and screeches sporadically in the relative calm; the words are almost indecipherable but the effect is chilling. It takes off again and powers into a thunderous finale. Final song “Sodmong” – Google says nothing – is like an endurance test at times; it’s excruciating and piercing and dissonant and all that, but there’s something engaging that elevates it above just ogre-rock.
Few people are likely to play this EP on repeat, or at funerals, but its short burst of beautiful carnage that manages to create an atmosphere as well as a racket. Any half-wit can make loud noise; it takes something else to make it resonate and keep you listening. Wiremother manage this here, but to get the full bone-shaking, head-fucking effect go see them live…and bring a face plug.