Brutal. There is no other word that more accurately describes My Mother the Vent. There are neither brakes nor breaks on this unstoppable train of scalding noise, constructed, mind-bogglingly produced solely by the duo of Uroceras Gigas and Tipula Confusa. The cryptically titled opening tracks—though now that I look through the track list pretty much every track has a bizarre title—”Loaded From the Vector Trap” and “Like My Voice Was Holothurin” pound into submission with jagged freely improvised guitars, punishing drum work, and completely deranged screams and shrieks. As a whole, My Mother the Vent explores the edge of technicality, playing complex rhythms until they collapse and then picking up the pieces. “Stromatolite’s Kiss” is nothing short of exhausting; it wraps rusting metal limbs around the listener and pulls them into its nightmarish landscape of insanity and ruin. And just when you can’t take anymore of the meandering sections, a vicious blast beat enters and destroys everything in its path. I’m being hyperbolic as usual, but this album is so overwhelming that I can’t help it. “Pipa Pipa Portalspawn” descends into an evil groove, the chugging drums and guitar creating a dark, oppressive atmosphere, before we are launched into the ten minute opus “God’s Will to Gain Access.” It’s a fitting end, cramming as much violent excess before everything explodes at the end, leaving only a confusing, even pretty ambient conclusion. This is one of those albums that feels so much longer than it actually is, but in a good way.