Köttvärld, God Mother‘s third full length record, offers listeners a head-spinning collection of tight and vicious post-hardcore songs.
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Being a new dad, going out to catch a live show isn’t really a part of my schedule these days. It takes a monumentally unique occasion (say, an Orchid reunion show on European soil, please God please) for me to skip the daily bathtime and good night ceremony and hit up a sweaty basement instead. Now, I’m definitely not complaining; As much as I love heavy music, hanging out with my family easily beats bumming smokes from the aggressively friendly speed fiends loitering outside my favourite squats. But still, live shows used to be a huge part of my life, at one point being something I did 4-5 times a week for months on end. (What’s that? Too much? Shut up, you’re not my dad. You are right, though). I know this is only a season, and that in a couple of months from now I’ll be back to attending live shows at least semi-regularly, but for now, all I can do is stay at home and reminisce on the DIY shows of Christmas past.
Which brings me to today’s topic of inquiry, the lovely Swedish chaps who make up the formidable God Mother. I saw these cats play at a bar in my neighbourhood a few years back, having been dragged there by a Swedish acquaintance who happened to be a ceramics master extraordinaire (I believe this is what they call color commentary). I’ve heard them before, but kinda lost track of what they did after their first release, so I was pleasantly surprised when they proceeded to rip my face right off with their live set. I don’t remember much, just a lot of energy, singalongs with people who didn’t know the lyrics, and… a lambada contest with the vocalist’s microphone cable? That last part sounds like an absinthe-induced fever dream, I know, but I swear it happened.
After that show I was bumping God Mother’s records a lot, but their last release, Sinnesled, left me kinda cold. It had a cool rock ‘n’ roll swagger to it, and it was still angry, but something about it was too much lambada party and too little gibberish singalongs, you know what I mean? I was craving some more of that sludge/screamo/borderline powerviolence concoction they did so well on their first couple of records. An old friend of mine from back home used to call that mix Kawabanga music, and it’s such a perfect descriptor for what they do. Old God Mother was full-on Kawabanga, just like Full of Hell and Early Graves were, and I just wanted more of that.
Did I get it this time, in the form of their new album, Köttvärld? Well, yeah! I actually got what I came for and then some. The boys definitely pack some punches here, and their more post-hardcore, rock song moments are still seriously heavy and ugly. It feels like a guitar-minded, guitar-first record, and the guitars on Köttvärld do a lot, sure, but they do it NASTY, and that sets the tone.
The first couple of songs actually caught me off guard: fast, full-throttled grind jams that harken back to that sweet mid 2000’s Swedish grindcore sound, when bands like Nasum, Splitter, and Sayyadina ruled supreme. The second song especially, “Dopamine Wire”. Man, that just sounds like prime Gadget, and I am all for it: buzzsaw HM2 guitars, coarse vocals fighting their way from the bottom of the mix, and tight drumming that drives it all forward like an 18-wheeler gliding through the night.
But then the third song kicks in, and baby, we’re shifting gears. Thick, Amphetamine Reptile bass lines, twangy, sparse guitar chords, and a cowbell all signal that we’re not in grindcore Kansas anymore. Sebastian Campbell’s vocals take over more space and come right at you, and the band builds great momentum, swinging in and out before closing in on a series of breakdowns-to-drumrolls, culminating in snaking guitars that spiral around Michael Dahlström’s light as a feather blastbeats. At this point, God Mother has my full attention, and the first few listens whirl by before I know it. Always a good sign, that.
The follow up track, “Almost Intelligent”, starts pretty similar to its predecessor, but it adds some Breather Resist-like mathcore riffs, and a pummeling deathgrind section later on. The songs are all short and punchy, and whenever you start getting your bearings and get a picture of what the record sounds like, they throw in a quick detour. Case in point, song number five, “Limbless”, which moves from sounding like The Hives on meth to pulling back towards the more Converge inspired sonic territories that make up the foundation of Köttvärld. Neat.
The instrumental noise track that follows definitely feels like a bit of a filler, but it’s also a good chance to catch your breath, as the ride is pretty high octane so far. This started out as a grindcore album, after all. I did mention Converge a second ago, and their footprints are all over “Tin Gloss”, a ripper of a track that would have felt right at home on You Fail Me or No Heroes. It kicks a massive amount of ass – that double bass part, sheesh! – but it has just that right, tiny bit of dissonant, weird melody thrown in to keep it from just being another Converge tribute. Hats off to these Swedes, I’m digging this stuff more and more with each listen, things are just so dynamic and interesting every step of the way.
The next couple of songs are more variations on a theme at this point, pulling from the different musical directions the band already explored earlier, with the exception of the second half of “Bloat Leech”, which adds huge, shimmering open chords in a totally unexpected way, opening up space inside God Mother’s all-go-sometime-slow-but-not-really sound and letting some light in. There’s a saxophone making an appearance on the final song, “Meat World”, and it sounds dope but at this point maybe also a little too familiar. It works and I get why so many bands do it, and hey, whenever it gets pulled out live I’m the first to cheer, but damn, I would love to hear a French horn or a tuba blaze out from the bowels of a hardcore song someday. Maybe a piccolo? Imagine a piccolo breakdown.
Anyway, despite the lack of exotic horn instruments on this album (sorry), Köttvärld is a nasty ripper of a record, with enough twists and turns to keep you on the edge of your seat, and enough little flourishes that can only come from spending a bajillion hours together as a band in practice rooms and live stages. God Mother’s 2026 sound is peak Kawabanga, a full-bodied, full-throated mix of sludge, grindcore, post-hardcore, mathcore, and screamo, and it’s a great record to put on and go punch a bag, fight inner demons, or take a brisk jog around the block. In short, it’s just a hella fun, pissed to the gills hardcore record. Rumor has it this band of rascals is playing my hometown again next month. I wonder if I can get a babysitter. I wonder if I can still pull off some lambada moves. I hope they play this whole goddamn album.
