Nestled somewhere in between Russ Meyers nihilistic go-go-dancing booty queens, Henry Mancini’s big band martini lounges, and kid606’s
sound-as-attitude-problem mash-ups, End’s sample-meltcore noise captures what music nerds
everywhere daydream of doing should news of an apocalypse hit the
airwaves: running out to the record store in search of the perfect
soundtrack. As Charles Pierce (aka End) fondly reminisces, "It was about 7-8 years ago now, when I was living in Rhode Island, and we went to some bar to see a rockabilly band or something, and everybody had cleared out because the fire alarm was going off - just a high-pitched ringing - but the band just kept playing on. It was really amazing, and just had that entire end of the world feel. A full rockabilly act just playing their hearts out and this crazy high-end screeching behind them. I was pretty sold on that as a musical style at that moment." One listen to The Sounds of Disaster and it’s easy to see why the kids at
Ipecac jumped all over it. Chalk full of schizophrenic arrangements,
paranoia, alcoholic swagger, and sexual dementia, it fits perfectly with
what the label has been up to lately.
By now you must be asking the inevitable question: who is Charles
Pierce? Charles Pierce is End. You may remember him from such
albums as Errata and cience/Fiction on Hymen Records, or from his
work as Giorgio Marauder with UK label Irritant Records. He has also
contributed tracks on compilations by Planet Mu and Tigerbeat6. Or perhaps you know his name from that remix he did for darkcore stalwarts Black Lung. If this movement has passed you by, let the schizophrenic sounds of End
be your guide as you venture into the murky and self-destructive world of cock rock disco for the first time.