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While I'm acclimated to the cathartic nature of The End Of The Universe's music, it, to certain audiences, could certainly be deemed an appropriate soundtrack to the end of the universe; this is destructive stuff. From the unintelligible, hoarse screams to the chunky, dissonant guitar riffs and frenetic drum patterns, You're The Disease explodes with force and without hesitation. The band lives up to their name.
The End Of The Universe plays some variation of contemporary metalcore, but the band exchanges guitar harmonies, excessive breakdowns and forced singing with much more abrasive elements. Jagged, busy rhythms lay the foundation for thick guitar riffs, which tend to float between textured dissonance, chunky metallic drones, and fast chord progressions, and raging, screamed vocals. Tightly packed with and often shifting between a lot of tempos and contrasting parts, the three- to five-minute songs on You're The Disease are a lot to digest. Thankfully, there's a balance between utter chaos, simpler, rhythmic heaviness, and brief interludes, which serve to make the album surprisingly easy to listen to.
You're The Disease's first two songs introduce listeners to The End Of The Universe's general tendencies, but "I'd Like To Think I Was A Violent Drunk," which opens with more than a minute of plodding drums, uses much slower tempos and guitar playing as an effective change of pace. In similar fashion, "Let The Gun Do The Talking" and closer "Vampire In A Den Of Wolves" lumber like earth-rattling beasts. While I'm into all of the material here, the few slow songs are downright menacing and a nice contrast.
The End Of The Universe rarely lets up throughout this record's 37 minutes, but it's varied enough to keep listeners excited and often in a state of anticipation. Abrasive, technically proficient and creatively written, You're The Disease is worth an attentive listen.
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