Drenched in reverb and apocalyptic
overtones, this diabolic d-beat trio is at first glance rather simple and
cookie-cutter: “Oh fuck,” you think,
“Not another goddamned Discharge/Confuse/Totalitar rip-off!” Not this time, true DIS-believers. There is something subtly sophisticated and
differently dissonant about this band- maybe it’s lyrics, a more intelligent
approach to cacophonous music, or an unidentified attribute to the entirety of
the band altogether. Whatever it may be,
it takes the seemingly drab and done D-beat raw punk sound and enhances it,
makes it seem fresh and new once more.
The guitar tone is just right, the vocals akin to a B-12 bomber over
Berlin, and the drums the thundering crash of the bombs as they hit- war time
music for anti-propagandists, to be sure.
Suitable music to be played at the nearest Gathering of the Crusties,
though these cats aren’t rank and file- they outrank and take cuts, and it’s
just as well, for they should.
-Aunty Social
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