THE MIRE: SLUDGY SATISFACTION WITHOUT THE WAIT

Isn’t five minutes long enough to get your post-metal fix? Do you really need to sit through eighteen minutes of delay to feel the rush of that four-chord climax? Sometimes you just want your sludgy satisfaction; the quicker, the better.

And… that’s okay! The Mire is there for you. Brighton UK’s dour four-piece plays post-metal that ADD-sufferers and ants-in-the-pants-ers alike can savor in five to six minute increments.

While the guys may lounge in the same gloomy abyss Cult of Luna and Mouth of the Architect frequent, they weave in otherworldly acoustic melodies in the vein of Agalloch, with a vocal presence that is decidedly less stubborn than that of your average sludge singer. (AHRRRG… I’M YELLING AND I DON’T CARE WHAT ANYONE ELSE IS DOING!).

Actually, Robin Urbino, The Mire’s vocalist, guitarist, producer, and engineer, has a rather stunning clean voice that is almost too beautiful to come from the same set of pipes that produce the poisonous tree barks that dominate much of their new EP, Volume II.

A few months back I had a chance to interview Robin about The Mire’s unique take on an overpopulated genr,e and to shed some light on their temporary use of masks (“We’re not like Mushroomhead or anything!”). You can read that interview here, and check out Volume II here.

-BS

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