In Deathspell Omega frontman/Grunt mastermind Mikko Aspa's enthusiastic liner notes to the debut album Acme Apathy Amok from Tokyo noise group Endon, he draws a correlation between the insane improvisational blast-violence of Endon and the crazed free-form din that the classic Japanese noise outfit Hijokaidan used to whip up back in the day. There's definitely a shared spirit of violent abandon and lust for chaos, but Endon take their improvisational urges into a vastly more brutal direction, combining their bizarre noise-making and alien soundscapery with elements of grindcore and death metal on the four songs featured on this twenty-one minute mini-album. Early on, Endon prowls through their soundspace unleashing strange bestial growls and demonic vocalizations that have been severely pitch-shifted, while sinister high end drones and wavering electronics slowly seep in from below. But then they suddenly explode into action, erupting into the lurching, mutant death metal of "Dualduel", a monstrosity of blackened guitar riffage and caveman pounding, bursts of cruel feedback and electronic noise, and chopped-up beast-growls that sound like someone is hard at work hauling Randy Yau's intestines out through his mouth, one foot at a time. And then it gets really fucked, the death metal guitars fracturing into a mass of spiky noise, the music turning inside out, a frenzied, near-noisecore assault of stumbling rhythms and spastic backwards drumming, those insane guttural howls becoming chopped up and abstracted. That leads right into the title track, a short two-minute blast of death metal shred and awesome blown-out drumming, a noise-drenched noisegrind assault that is as psychotic as anything from the likes of Sept Star Sete. That feeling of total collapse returns on "God Of Shoplifting", another brutally violent blur-blast that mashes the band's eerie discordant death metal with a torrent of crushing concrete-mixer noise and violent guitar screech that permeates the entire track, leading into the final detonation of nuke-blast blurr on "The Spasm Of Confession", a similarly maniacal heap of noisegrind wreckage strewn with jets of sicko guitar shred, mewling devil-shrieks, blast-furnace distortion and a pulverizing free-form drum performance that threatened to stomp my eardrums into gray paste when I listened to Amok on a pair of headphones. Goddamn awesome, and as spiritually aligned with the grinding spew of bands like the aforementioned Sete Star Sept and filthmongers Arsedestroyer as it is with the likes of Hijokaidan, Gerogerigegege, Masonna and even the far-out grinding experimentations of early Painkiller.