Fuck You Mother Nature by Brother Of Judo: A Noise-Fueled Chaos Trip
Alright, let’s dive into this wild mess of an album. Fuck You Mother Nature by Brother Of Judo is not your average electronic record—it’s a chaotic, ear-bending ride through noise that feels like someone dumped a bucket of glitchy soundscapes over your head and dared you to enjoy it. Released in 2018 via Debila Records (shoutout to Slovenia for consistently birthing some weird-ass music), this thing hits hard and doesn’t apologize.
First off, the artwork? Matejko and Nejko killed it—simple yet kinda unsettling, just like the music inside. Now, onto the tracks. There are 15 songs here, but two stuck with me like gum on a shoe: “Angels With Dirty Cocks” and “Stop Recycling Now.”
“Angels With Dirty Cocks” kicks things off with this abrasive, almost industrial vibe. It’s like if Nine Inch Nails got drunk at a rave and decided to troll everyone. The beat slaps you awake while these distorted synths swirl around like bats losing their minds. Honestly, I couldn’t tell if I hated it or loved it halfway through—but isn’t that what good art does? Keeps you guessing?
Then there’s “Stop Recycling Now,” which is basically a middle finger to eco-warriors everywhere—or maybe it’s satire? Who knows with this dude. The track starts off all calm and chill, lulling you into thinking everything’s fine… until BAM! This wall of static crashes down, and suddenly you’re questioning every life choice that led you to press play. It’s disorienting as hell but also kind of genius because it forces you to pay attention. Like, really pay attention.
The rest of the album follows suit—track after track of unpredictable madness. Songs like “I’m A Cocoanut Delivery Man” and “Micro-Hangovers” keep the energy high, blending absurdity with razor-sharp production. And can we talk about how random yet oddly satisfying titles like “Hickey Device For The Lonely” are? Pure gold.
By the time you reach “The Ten Thousand Things,” you might feel exhausted—or exhilarated. Depends on your tolerance for sonic chaos. But one thing’s for sure: this album sticks with you. It’s messy, unapologetic, and raw—like a fever dream you can’t shake off.
So yeah, Fuck You Mother Nature isn’t gonna be everyone’s cup of tea. Hell, it’s probably more like a shot of rubbing alcohol disguised as tea. But damn if it doesn’t make you feel something. As I sat there listening to it for the third time, I realized something funny: nature probably deserves better than being flipped off, but Brother Of Judo makes such a compelling case for embracing disorder that you almost start rooting for them anyway.
Final thought? If aliens ever invade Earth, blast this album at them. Either they’ll flee in terror or invite us to join their intergalactic noise fest.
