Mutation : Error 500

mutation-error-500It maybe Ginger Wildheart’s baby, but the second outing for his noisy Mutation project owes its overall sound to the friends and guests who appear on ‘Error 500’. Napalm Death’s Shane Embury and Jon Poole of Cardiacs fame are at the forefront of this racket. There’s also Mark E. Smith, some chaps from Hawkeyes and Merzbow among others to add some clatter to the mix.

‘Error 500’ isn’t a sugar-coated power pop record…

It’s a noisy beast that skips between dark industrial soundscapes, aggressive and nasty punk and even more extremities of metal. Yes, it’s very metal; something that Ginger has traditionally shied away from. Not here though, this is the heaviest thing he has ever put his name to. The fact that this is being released on Mike Patton’s Ipecac label will tell you that this is coming from the unconventional angle.

‘Bracken’ starts the whole thing off. It’s harsh, angular and punishingly heavy. Big shouty verses offset with a deranged female led chorus lead you into the mayhem. ‘Utopia Syndrome’ sounds purposeful in its jaunty and off kilter stumble into another throat ripping scream-fest.

Not many tracks on here take a predictable path with time, mood and genre changes all switching by the minute (or less).

‘White Leg’ sounds like White Zombie through shagged out speakers while ‘Protein’ takes a by now familiar scatter gun approach. The mangled electronics of the title track is the most different track of all. Merzbow adds some insanity not possible from just distorting guitars until they are unrecognisable

‘Benzo Fury’ is a filthy sounding track that crackles and spits back from the speakers. ‘Relentless Confliction’ carries the carefree snarl of Mark E. Smith as well as some jumpy riffs and metallic drums. It all winds up in a squealing mess that retains it’s almost comical bounce.

This will divide Ginger’s followers like very few of his solo and side project releases have done before. It’s certainly the heaviest release from the Geordie punk but even in this most extreme of ventures; you can still hear an odd bit of that unmistakable Ginger magic. There are some real tunes buried under all this cast iron and dirge, but they are far from instant. You need to invest some time and effort into this one.