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Today we're talking about serious stuff, very serious, no bullshit, keep the children and the faint of heart away from this review, someone take care of it, you'll thank me later!
Vision Quest is proof that Metal has no right to claim itself as the world's heaviest music. I've listened to countless sludge, death, black metal, grind, and the likes, and very few have turned my ears into two bleeding hams like this bomb out of all logic that I'm about to discuss.
There's very little information about Maria & The Mirrors online; a London trio composed of one man and two women, joined by a third who later backed out due to philosophical, artistic, and creative differences, or, to put it in her words, because the band "was crap." And their only album is truly an hallucinatory piece of crap, if I may add.
Vision Quest is a lysergic trip with badly cut LSD, it's a musical fresco of a bacchanal in Malebolge, a slow descent into a vortex of industrial, hardcore techno and jersey club slaps that will leave you annihilated, filthy inside. Think Gemini Enjoy My Life isn't that aggressive? Well, wait till you hear Travel Sex: it will grate your ears with sheet metal blows, while deep inside your mind a paranoid tension rises for the vocals that struggle to arrive and images chase of whores showing tits from the car window. Mudchute is already the final blow: a true round of slaps, with those suffocating, relentless beats, there's not a moment of peace, you're in a club where methed-up maniacs are getting beaten to a pulp. You barely make it to Vindicatrix, one of the four remixes of Enjoy My Life: a surreal tribal night journey through rivers, expanses of alcohol, before the worthy conclusion of this ferocious and dizzying rite of passage.
You know those movies about teen parties with nerds and wet girls where there's always "music" pop or rap? Honestly, I don't get it: this is the crap they should be dropping! And unleash it too, if you want everyone to end up horizontal! I don't give it a full score because the second half shows a quite noticeable drop, but wish more albums were like this... get ready, or keep a safe distance... FUCKMONEY...
Until next time.
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