Metaprogramação is an extreme listening experience, raw and uncompromising. If you are unlikely to be in the mood for a slab or sculpted sound and noise then you may want to skip to the next review. If I still have your attention then please read on.


Deafkids are a name that have skirted the edges of my peripheral vision for a while without ever actually hearing the music. That has all changed now, and the experience was both visceral and thrilling. Deadfkids hail from Brazil and this is their third album and first for the esteemed Neurot Recordings. On the strength of this album I will be seeking out the earlier releases, but even more, I will be wanting to experience their sound in a live environment, as I suspect that this would be memorable to say the least.


Sonically, you had best prepare yourself for an assault on the auditory sense. However, we are not talking all out obliteration, there is method in the mayhem and focus to the raw energy. This is punk, but not punk in a way many of us are likely to have experienced. There are no rules here, no confines, and the album is delivered to us listeners using every sound producing weapon at the hands of Deafkids. Drones, howls, oscillating feedback, polyrhythmic percussion, electronic throbs and pulses and splintered guitar riffs are thrown in a centrifuge and spat back out in an unpredictable whirlwind of tracks.


‘Vox Dei’ serves as a warning of what is to come, in the form of a guttural and heavily reverb soaked chant/growl, building and filling the audio spectrum until digital oscillations consume all, and then recede to reveal ‘Alucinações de Comando’, tribal rhythms and a LOT of noise, shrieks, snarls and MORE feedback. Then, just as I was wondering when this was all going to end, tactics shift with ‘Pacto de Máscaras’ and battle continues with a spluttering bass, tenaciously landing body blows while harpies circle above, strafing senses with wails and shrieks of feedback. This ever present slithering feedback gives way to something vaguely resembling something more conventional with ‘Mente Bicameral’, driving punk drums and sparring bass and guitar riffs race forth, while voices and other noises live in the ether hanging cloyingly above. ‘Estímulos Alucinatórios Verbauditivos I’ presents us with a moment of Butthole Surfers-esque weirdness before droning voices return, soon joined with increasingly intense tribal percussion and another furious bassline with ‘Templo do Caos’.


Are you getting the idea? This album never offers respite, it merely shifts its dynamic to catch you unaware afresh. The dingy ambience of ‘ Espirais da Loucura’ paves the way for ‘Raíz Negativa (Não-Vontade)’, another barrage of beats bass and shrieks. Somewhow ‘Vírus da Imagem do Ser’ manages to be even more furious, blast beats and off kilter riffs swamped with noise and blur. ‘ Estímulos Alucinatórios Verbauditivos II’ offers a glitch loop interlude before tribal drumming once again dominates, insiduous, fading in and out, shifting, pursued by ghostly voices, guitar shards and further feedback on ‘Espirais da Loucura’. Almost inexplicably the album ends with a track comprising white noise, then silence, underlining I suppose the fact that that Deafkids follow no rules, adhere to no formula and do what they do with incendiary passion and reckless abandon.


This is a thrilling album, though not one for the faint hearted or those seeking something vaguely conforming to a defined musical genre. For me though, this is an album I will continue to dive into, though the experience is somewhat akin to diving into a swamp full of pissed off alligators. Ace stuff.