THE MON

Ital­ian doom-mon­ger lets loose his spooky demons.

Prog - - The Musical Box - DL

Nor­mally found serv­ing up colos­sal riffs with doom band Ufo­mam­mut, The Mon (aka Urlo) has plunged deep into the night­mar­ish mael­strom of his own warped psy­che for Dopelleben, an al­bum that acts like the sound­track to a film that, one sus­pects, only Ital­ians would be even re­motely equipped to watch. In­ter­mit­tently redo­lent of the same prim­i­tive cel­lu­loid son­ics cur­rently be­ing plun­dered in the syn­th­wave scene, but still with strong links to the tripped-out doom and drone worlds (Sal­va­tor Mundi sounds like Om gone Satanic), this ne­go­ti­ates the fine line be­tween drug-ad­dled schlock and au­then­tic, mind-al­ter­ing ex­plo­ration. The grand­est mo­ments are the most af­fect­ing. Hate One I Hate is both fiendishly im­mer­sive and sub­tly tor­tur­ous: keen­ing feed­back spreads over ul­u­lat­ing bass tones, ghostly pi­ano for five dis­ori­en­tat­ing min­utes, be­fore a gi­ant gui­tar mo­tif crashes in. Relics is me­an­der­ing space rock, part jit­tery elec­tro-pulse, part Sab­bathian head-rush. Blut’s stac­cato groove and fuzzed-out wall of chords feel like early 90s shoegaze gone glo­ri­ously wrong, like The Je­sus And Mary Chain remixed by God­flesh in Satan’s gar­den shed. This is equally dis­turb­ing and ab­sorb­ing.

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