If thereโs one thing Glorybots knows how to do, itโs making the end of the world sound absolutely mesmerizing. Mad End steps into a flickering neon dream where the ground hums beneath your feet and the sky might just fall on you. Jalal Andre, now practically a one-man army (with drummer Christopher Newton and a few guitar cameos), takes the reins and charges full speed into a darker, moodier landscape.
Right from the first rev of โApneaโ, youโre pulled into a storm of buzzing distortion and dazed, trailing vocals that feel like theyโre being beamed straight from a crumbling alien radio tower. Andreโs bass work on this album is a major glow-up too, somewhere between the brooding of Peter Hook and the electrified rumble of Nick Oliveri, it snakes and pulses under every track like a living thing.
By the time you get to โPain Rainโ, youโre knee-deep in the emotional quicksand, with techno buzzes and splashy drums pulling you under while Andreโs somber voice reminds you that feelings in this world disappear as fast as they come. And just when you think youโve caught your breath, โColoursโ floats in like a dark prophecy, ambient, hypnotic, and almost sacred, with lyrics that leave you quietly wrecked: โYour true colours are broken in lies / Your true colours are frozen in time.โ Ouch, but make it beautiful.
Mad End is a mood, a place, maybe even a warning, all wrapped up in gritty beats, haunted vocals, and the low-lit cinema of your imagination. Glorybots morphed into something even wilder, and itโs a mad, mad triumph.
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Review by: Naomi Joan