Disfago - Disfago Double 7
There are plenty of bands aiming to be the next anarchic entity in the realms of extreme metal whatever the sub-genre but it's safe to say that UK filth peddlers Disfago display an outright middle finger salute to everything on this rotten planet so to speak. The bands stripped bare to the bones sound reeks of the nihilistic attitude resolutely harnessed within hardcore punk, d-beat and other anti establishment genres.
Having assaulted my ears with this short self titled seven inch via normal speakers and by headphones the almost monophonic sound is caveman like harnessing a grubby garage sensibility the moment "Whiskey Breath" starts up with its punk fuelled bass line and initial feedback. The riffing is surprisingly melodic but immersed in a layer of grit that is built on by the rancid blast that takes me back to the crust punk scene of bands like Deviated Instinct, Extreme Noise Terror and Extinction Of Mankind to name some of the more infamous bands. Splicing the hostility of the drumming with some kindly riffing to soften the blow enables the band to display some melodic traits that whilst still steeped in savage intent enable all the songs to stand on their own merit without overlapping. A slight hardcore bass line starts "400K" before the grimy guitar riff spreads some sonic slurry over the tune. As short as this release is it packs a beating like a baseball bat covered in six inch nails as "Midnight Marauder" proves.
I have listened to countless bands purporting to be black thrash and this act seems to have been lumped in with that genre and though the tenets of that sub scene are audible for me this is far more lawless than that scene, with lyrics spat out with venom. Closing this release is "Tyrant Skull (Poverty & Lust)" and has a retro riffing feel like very early Motorhead and I mean very early, as in self titled era of the late 70s, only it's rancorously delivered but not actually speedy, as the riff takes on the guise of sleaze bag drunk individual zoned out on some 10% alcoholic filth in a plastic bottle. As the tune gathers momentum it takes on a heavy metal vibe but the vocals are completely punk as the tune decided it's had enough and steps on the gas for a blurring blast that is pandemonium but well controlled. Probably not for everyone this short stabbing assault of raw power will appeal to black thrashers, crust punk addicts, d-beat trustees and anyone preferring to have their ears ground up via Disfago's pulverising noise.
Having assaulted my ears with this short self titled seven inch via normal speakers and by headphones the almost monophonic sound is caveman like harnessing a grubby garage sensibility the moment "Whiskey Breath" starts up with its punk fuelled bass line and initial feedback. The riffing is surprisingly melodic but immersed in a layer of grit that is built on by the rancid blast that takes me back to the crust punk scene of bands like Deviated Instinct, Extreme Noise Terror and Extinction Of Mankind to name some of the more infamous bands. Splicing the hostility of the drumming with some kindly riffing to soften the blow enables the band to display some melodic traits that whilst still steeped in savage intent enable all the songs to stand on their own merit without overlapping. A slight hardcore bass line starts "400K" before the grimy guitar riff spreads some sonic slurry over the tune. As short as this release is it packs a beating like a baseball bat covered in six inch nails as "Midnight Marauder" proves.
I have listened to countless bands purporting to be black thrash and this act seems to have been lumped in with that genre and though the tenets of that sub scene are audible for me this is far more lawless than that scene, with lyrics spat out with venom. Closing this release is "Tyrant Skull (Poverty & Lust)" and has a retro riffing feel like very early Motorhead and I mean very early, as in self titled era of the late 70s, only it's rancorously delivered but not actually speedy, as the riff takes on the guise of sleaze bag drunk individual zoned out on some 10% alcoholic filth in a plastic bottle. As the tune gathers momentum it takes on a heavy metal vibe but the vocals are completely punk as the tune decided it's had enough and steps on the gas for a blurring blast that is pandemonium but well controlled. Probably not for everyone this short stabbing assault of raw power will appeal to black thrashers, crust punk addicts, d-beat trustees and anyone preferring to have their ears ground up via Disfago's pulverising noise.
Label: http://witchghetto.com
Reviewer: twansibon
Jul 27, 2015
Jul 27, 2015
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The Oath - Consequences
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