Every once in a blue moon a band comes along that defies gravity & conventional audio-physics. The Mother is just that kind of a great mystifying enigmatic band

These eclectic artists from Singapore confound a listener with a blend of subtle intensity that melds a sonic percussive overdrive with superb digital delayed guitars awash in reverb a la U2

The curious anomaly about The Mother, is not the fact that their musical influences drip with a seductive honey blend of Euro-British panache; But within this framework, the vocal inflections are lyrically subliminal & simultaneously analytical

This enigmatic quality to The Mothers musical cadence & stylistic vision , is further hypnotizing by the overall dark melodic content & compositional structure of their work

The Mother traverse far beyond the now generic label of alternative , to a musical plateau of originality & creative fire that stoke their production components to an other-wordly feel & flavor all derived of their nocturnal instincts

To take a jewel of an example , one only need listen to the surreal cut "Little Girl I Once Knew"-from the "Flush After Use" compilation. This fantastic epic is a prime example of a stunning song & one that leaps & bounds beyond contemporary tunes

Upon Listening to a song of this caliber , one comes to the realization that the circumstances surrounding the birth of The Mother as a formidable world act are a forgone conclusion

The cuts on the superb "A Dark Trip On The Ill Tip" album offer a plethora of moody dark post modern songs that shine with finesse & power. A hard edged intensity filters some of the work & is accented by the astute guitar textures that are conjured up from a caldron of alternative audio-perception

The Mother create a musical atmospheric depth that is perplexing in its ethereal & ghostly shadings. One is reminded of the movie "The Crow" ; Wherein the hero has an air of subterranean sinister quality on the outside of the facade. In actuality the eternal soul of the character is quite the antithesis of evil

Love & obsession indeed can have a mesmeric detached aura in it's reflective capacity to send chills down the spine. Yet within the riveting production of the Mother's music , is an underlying velvety sheen that is choc-full of melodic ambiance & minor configurated chordal patterns that would satisfy those that seek core industrial & hard rock elements

Ultimately, the grandeur of The Mother's sound pierces through the underground metropolis & brilliantly & defiantly displays it's cunning & chops ; Along with a cryptic beauty & unique power

The Mother display a magic that many bands aspire to , but fall short. The charisma of understatement coupled with the attitude that is effortless & yet direct in it's uncanny ability to beguile

Look for The Mother to crash the shores of North America, Europe & Asia in the near future. There is an undeniable mysterious energy & magnetic sway that The Mother bring to the arena of sound

The soul that inhabits the body of The Mother , is one of an enormous magnitude that cannot be measured or conceived of by the mortal mind. Music of this nature has a hidden quality that is capable of traversing the world & beyond. For there are no true barriers for The Mother as a band ; Only those that are created by the finite limitations of the mind