Band of possessed cavemen mediate lament of the Norse gods.
During their hitherto 5 year existence Finnish outsider metallers EXO have crafted the sound and style of their three man bass and drums haul into a towering Golem of muddy frequencies and near-punishing riff repetition – a monstrous clay giant, obscuring the lugubrious banks along the dried up river of Helsinki underground metal it arose from under the immense formless figure of it's shadow.
Saturated and monolithic, their distinct two-heaps-of-bass-amps-and-a-4-piece-drumkit roar and rattle – accompanied sporadically by what sounds like a hoarse yell for help from a panicking orc trapped at the bottom of an elevator shaft – is an unstable, cementlike mass of harmony, spectral rather than tonal.
The traditional breakdown of axes into "lead" and "rhythm" pellucidly loses its meaning as Papparatus' unorthodox stylings on the far right edge of the midrange stir up a vertical hailstorm of iron nails into the 20 ft two-by-four plank wall of Scumuli's solid lows. The composite effect is seismic.
Meanwhile, in a nearby corner of the same detonation site, metal drumming is being violently dragged back to the caves, thrashing and thumping, by enigmatic batterist Adult – a man not afraid to tread the hazardous range between sway and lag only few dare forage, and rumoured to have spent 20 years refining his economic, verging on vulgar, style, mechanically grinding flat every recognizable trace of technical frippery and conscious display of expertise. Femurs callously mauling piles of polished skulls.
Lyrical themes unilaterally revolve around concepts of popular science. Astronomics with a gentle splash of soft sci-fi and phantasy. All sung in a thick northern dialect of rural Finnish – quite inviting – using max. 3 word sentences.
Still the magykk of their stubbornly monochrome art lies in the nuances. One minute a riff will be chilly, remorseless and grim. A polar bear's death hug. The next immediate moment that very same, unaltered, constant loop, bursting at the seams with deranged neanderthal joy!
Put your ear to the ground. The mammoths are stampeding.