![]() ![]() Jarring and cryptic sound samples weave through most of the album and include excerpts from Eckhart Tolle's The Power of Now, as well as the rambling and sometimes incoherent digressions of the insane and heavily medicated forced to live on the streets. We can't be part of you, hate all that you do. War, of course, is an underlying theme throughout, and on "Illusion of Love" both religion and the nation get their treatment: "Nailed to your cross, it should have been a dollar sign. Dino's shriek and growl drips thick with rancor, highlighting the anger and disgust that has always driven the band. Unapologetic in tone and uncompromising in their verbal assault, Dystopia's target was a passive American public obsessed with the Internet, hooked on their designer meds, and blind to the global effects of its consumption. The band manages to preserve the reckless abandon that defines their past, and thanks to some quality studio time and tightening of musicianship, they deliver with a more focused and calculated intensity. ![]() Considering that today's underground is littered with sludge and metal bands aimlessly exercising generic doomy stonerisms and click-tracked blast beats, hearing, or rather feeling, Dystopia's bass-heavy crush and raging wall of raw down-tuned guitars wretch forth from the speakers is a welcome relief. It is a collection of six tracks, one of which is an unreleased recording from drummer Dino Sommese's old grind band Carcinogen. This long anticipated posthumous offering was recorded between 2004-2005 and serves as the concluding chapter to Dystopia's scattered discography. The band's tenure was during an era in which the nation was lost in a sea of complacency and contentedness, and Dystopia's scathing attacks on technocracy, vivisection, urbanization, police brutality and American imperialism stood in stark contrast to a populace taken by stained blue dresses and little blue pills. It was the fact that they performed with an incomparable sense of embittered ferocity that set them apart from the rest of the scene. It's not that their brand of acrid and crushing doom-ridden punk was groundbreaking or new. Dystopia's reign over the 1990s hardcore crust scene, particularly here on the West Coast, is one of legend, with its tattered remnants still clinging to the fading black denim of scenesters new and old alike. ![]()
0 Comments
Leave a Reply. |
Details
AuthorWrite something about yourself. No need to be fancy, just an overview. ArchivesCategories |