Throbbing music plays loud & steady. Most of the bad, um, things have extra arms, heads, legs, or stuff that makes things freeze, blow up, and other cool shit.
As the characters come to terms with Howard’s gayness, the pace picks up and funny turns hilarious. Rewind the “moment of truth” and laugh yourself stupid.
London was goofy and quirky and seemed unselfconscious, Paris is intentionally funny, and while it elicits chuckles and snorts, they’re resented in retrospect.
Organs, scary keyboards, and fist-banging rhythms offset the hyperspeed paces – but in the end, it seems so random. And “inconsistent” production doesn’t help.
Mostly breakneck-speed black metal, with dabbles of supporting keyboards. When the tempo “slows,” the riffing approaches memorable, almost singable, beauty.
From experimental/ambient/avant noise to ripping, guitar-driven material with distorted vocals, to the throbbing percussion, Disengage speaks in many tongues.
This Fort Collins band combines humor and scathing attitude, the best of the old and new school, produced at The Blasting Room, with a healthy dose of SST.