Your Mothers Disgusting Window-self titled album:A purging of psychological toxins through layers of suffocating industrial sludge.

Your Mothers Disgusting Window - Your Mothers Disgusting Window.A purging of psychological toxins through layers of suffocating industrial sludge. 

As reviewed by Mark Jenkins.

Marfa Lights Records | C60 Cassette/Digital | ★★★★☆

There's something deeply unsettling about confronting your own capacity for self-hatred, and Your Mothers Disgusting Window's self-titled debut doesn't just knock on that door—it kicks it in and sets fire to everything inside. This isn't music in any conventional sense; it's an exorcism, a purging of psychological toxins through layers of suffocating industrial sludge that feels less performed than excavated from some diseased corner of the human psyche.

The album opens like a descent into madness, with hypnotic bass lines so downtuned they barely register as melody, more felt than heard as they vibrate through your ribcage. The drum machine pounds with the mechanical persistence of intrusive thoughts, while feedback-drenched guitars create a wall of sonic decay that mirrors the lyrical themes of abandonment and dysphoria. This isn't the theatrical darkness of black metal posturing—it's the raw, unfiltered documentation of a mind at war with itself.

What makes this release particularly harrowing is its unflinching authenticity. The vocals, drenched in space echo and barely intelligible, don't perform despair—they inhabit it. When the band describes these songs as emerging from "neurodivergent and PTSD melt downs," you can hear every fractured synapse in the delivery. This is trauma given sonic form, and it's brutally effective.

The production aesthetic perfectly serves the material's intent. Everything sounds like it's drowning in tar, with each element fighting for air in a suffocating mix that paradoxically creates its own hypnotic rhythm. You find yourself pulled into the spiral, complicit in your own acoustic punishment.

The inclusion of Sin Nanna (Striborg) on the closing track adds weight to an already crushing finale. His contribution doesn't feel like guest spot theatrics but a natural evolution of the album's trajectory toward complete psychological collapse. It's a devastating end to a devastating journey.

Your Mothers Disgusting Window succeeds because it never flinches from its own ugliness. In an era of carefully curated authenticity, this feels genuinely unhinged—not as performance art but as necessary catharsis. It's the sound of someone refusing to look away from their own reflection, no matter how grotesque.

This isn't background music. It's not even really entertainment in any traditional sense. It's an artifact of human suffering transformed into something approaching art through sheer commitment to its own miserable vision. Essential listening for anyone who's ever stared into their own void and wondered what stared back.

For fans of: PHOBOS, Lament Cityscape, Swans, Blut Aus Nord ,Author & Punisher, Skin Chamber, etc

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Reviewed by Mark Jenkins for Devil's Horns Zine. "Bringing you the music your parents warned you about since 2018 " PLEASE REMEMBER, SUPPORT THE ARTISTS (AND US) BY SPREADING THE WORD, FOLLOWING US ON SOCIAL MEDIA AND REPOSTING OUR WORKS...SUPPORT THE UNDERGROUND AND OUR COMMUNITY. THERE ARE NO COMMERCIAL GAINS. It’s like if you want to use this music purely as agro, then fine, because it is very fucking violent, aggressive music. It’s just that the common misconception is that I wanna go out there, or this music is made to go out there and fucking damage people. That’s the misconception. (Justin Broadrick, Godflesh)