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There is something disturbingly sinister about the members of 'Minghe Morte'. Whether it be the angry, ferocious expressions across their faces, the demonic glowing red eyes, or for that matter, their insistence that the 'Minghe Morte' is something other than just the name of the band. These dashing rascals serve the 'Minghe Morte' by making clean things dirty; taking the pure and innocent and making them corrupt and filthy. Get Your Own! | View Slideshow
Jazzwise review:
An obscure Latin curse, nabbed from a Thomas Pynchon short story, translating as “screw it to death†– the name Minghe Morte pretty much sums up the music on this debut disc: confrontational, clownish and clever. Coming out of the ever-creative LIMA stable, it’s a furious collision of incongruous musical ideas smashed up against each other to create gore-spattered car-crash jazz. The influence of John Zorn’s cartoon thrash-core brutalities is hard to ignore, but there’s more to it than that: guitarist Colin Sutton turns out moody post-rock, tricky prog riffage and even dreamy, shoe-gaze indie; and on ‘Mothership Parts 1 & 2’ the trio locks into UK club culture with some supremely funky approximations of drum ‘n’ bass and garage house. But it’s stand-out track ‘Propeller Cage Fights’ that epitomises the band: an intense, scatological burst of violent jump cuts and vein-busting skronk in which an hysterical, lunatic narrator proclaims: “we just want you to gag on our jazz.†It’s the birth of the drool.
- Daniel Spicer
