There is a certain allure to metal music; it is the incarnation of youthful rage and discontent. It is sometimes painful, sometimes painfully awful, but willing to exorcise the demons of anger and hatred through a somewhat didactic music. Oftentimes the music is too full of angst to really be taken seriously. The End sounds niave and angsty to the point of bitterness. This is not metal music which paints a wasteland of depravity and debauchery in a post-apocalyptic fashion. And when The End attempts this, they sound too gentle to be affecting. Instead, what comes across is their reactionary attitudes. This is not only a criticism for The End but for all metal music in general. It wouldn't hurt to infuse all the humanity of Shakespeare into metal music without losing a grain of ferocity. Take for example this lyric by The End "And I don't want to wait another day for the countdown/ Because I fell in love with my visions of the mushroom cloud". In America the mushroom cloud was something of a symbol of the atomic sublime, but should it be? The End doesn't question their own reactions, which is the greatest cause of deterioration to society. In my mind The End aren't prophets, or poets, or products of society, The End are just confused and disgruntled.
1. Dangerous
2. The Never Ever Aftermath
3. Animals
4. The Moth and I
5. Throwing Stones
6. My Abyss
7. Awake?
8. A Fell Wind
9. In Distress
10. And Always...



