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Italy's Male Misandria play a style of blackened grindcore that isn't too far from Anaal Nathrakh's noisy, screaming nightmares, with the same tortured vocals and tendency to explore the abnormal. But I can easily say I vastly prefer the more stripped down, Punk infused edge that Male Misandria bring; with influences of powerviolence and crust punk, E.DIN is a focused, strange and skin-peeling blackened grindcore that brims with filthy anger.
I don't want to play up the Anaal Nathrakh comparison too much: there are similarities, but not overwhelmingly so: Male Misandria are more firmly rooted to the ground and wield a Punk-infused edge. It's all very fast and loud, which means everything is working as it should be. Tracks are short and noisey, yet often include sudden bits of atmospheric, grim introspection: "Homo Homini Homo" starts off with some mid-paced, frost bitten guitar work that screams Emperor, complete with a smattering of operatic vocals, before mutating into a static drenched, dripping syringe of blasting grindcore/powerviolence that enters the blood-stream like burning fire. "Somni Spectus" features one of the sexiest, filthiest riffs on the album, the opening roar of the guitars complimented with excellent use of samples to create a sickening, blackened atmosphere without ever losing it's aggressive, crusty edge. E.DIN also features some rather odd song titles, including such classics as "I'm So Cook" and "Vomitsoapbubbles..." Male Misandria are clearly not all that interested in sticking too closely to genre conventions, which in many ways is a strength all it's own.
E.DIN may be an acquired taste for many no matter what: vocalist S.P. has a voice which will grate on your average metal fan, while the bands blackened, space-y aspects will likely turn off the punk kids from getting all the way behind the bands sledge-hammer moments. And in general, E.DIN is the kind of spastic, genre-bending strangeness that purists in general just despise. But then again, who cares what purists think. E.DIN is as rock solid, brutal and manic as one could ask from a whacked out Italian Black-Grind band.
originally posted at http://curseofthegreatwhiteelephant.blogspot.com/