Album Review: Untitled by Uramado (1991)
Alright, so here’s the deal with Untitled by Uramado. This Japanese rock album from 1991 is a wild ride through Hardcore, Noise, Psychedelic Rock, and Punk—all rolled into one chaotic package. It’s like someone threw a bunch of genres into a blender and hit “puree.” The result? A raw, unfiltered listen that feels way ahead of its time.
First off, let’s talk about the lineup—Yuji on vocals and guitar, Y. Sato pounding the drums, Beron holding it down on bass. Simple setup, no frills, but man, they make it work. And honestly, you can tell these guys weren’t trying to impress anyone—they just wanted to create something real. Released on Not On Label (yeah, literally not on a label), this album has that DIY vibe that screams authenticity.
Now onto the tracks. I gotta mention "人間レース" ("Human Race") because holy crap, this song hits hard. From the opening riff, it’s clear Yuji wasn’t messing around when he wrote this one. The guitars are screechy as hell, and Y. Sato’s drumming sounds like an actual stampede. It’s chaotic in the best possible way, like your brain’s exploding but you kinda love it. There’s this moment halfway through where everything drops out except for Yuji’s voice—it’s haunting, almost unsettling, but unforgettable.
Then there’s "回転木馬" ("Carousel"), which is just straight-up trippy. Like, imagine being at a carnival while high on acid, but also slightly terrified? That’s this track. The bassline from Beron is groovy yet disorienting, and the psychedelic elements really shine here. At some points, it feels like the music’s spiraling out of control, but somehow it all comes together. If you’re into weird, mind-bending stuff, this one’s for you.
As for "英雄眼死我羅奴," well… let’s just say it keeps the energy going strong. But honestly, after those first two tracks, my brain was already fried.
What makes Untitled stick in my head isn’t just the music—it’s how unapologetically itself it is. You won’t find polished production or radio-friendly hooks here. Instead, it’s raw, loud, and messy in the most beautiful way. Listening to it feels like stepping into another world, one that’s equal parts thrilling and confusing.
Here’s the kicker though—I listened to this album late at night, alone, and halfway through, I swear my cat gave me a look like, “What are you doing to yourself?” Maybe that says more about me than the album, but hey, isn’t that what great music does? It leaves you thinking—or questioning your life choices. Either way, Untitled is worth checking out if you’re into underground Japanese rock that doesn’t play by the rules.
Final thought: If chaos had a soundtrack, this might be it. Or maybe it’s just proof that noise can be art. Who knows?
