This offering from Washington D.C.’s Disciples of Christ is a nasty little bit of brooding, slithery grindcore. Six songs ravage one after the other, verging at times at sounding so evil, it’d make black metal blush. The pace shifts from blitzkrieg to howling silence in a blink, each change replete with its own unique savagery.
“Intro” is a lengthy showcase of ill emotions as lonesome guitars, suffocating in bent up hate, croon to each other like murderous lovers. When this lower-than-hell strumming runs its course, the Disciples will worship. By far among the most feral beginning ever heard by these ears, Disciples of Christ shred, batter and slash their way through, and swiftly, through their demo. Like a hot but rusted blade, the sound slashes and saws its way, giving rare moments of respite as the fury subsides for some gloom and doom.
The production of this demo is one of my favorite aspects of it. The vocals are front and center, abrasive, monstrous and seemingly without mercy. The riffs at times sound like a sound bite from a David Lynch film, fading into bleak static only to rise furiously. The bluesy bass lines sound as if they were lifted from the devil’s own playbook. The drum-work here is off-the-fucking-wall, a pace wrecking homage to utter, amorphous chaos.
Disciples Of Christ – Hall Of Mirrors (Taste Of Fear) by Disciples Of Christ
Disciples of Christ certainly have an eye and sound for aesthetics as this demo clearly gives a fuck about few things. This 9-minutes worth of your time will spit in your face, its that good and nasty. The whole shabang can be heard in all its pissed off glory here.
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