Mummy, mummy! I’ve found some death metal! Proper death metal and I like it!
Towards The Megalith, the debut from death metal sorta-supergroup Disma is as deathly as it gets in my book.
Old school death metal to the core (and no -core about it).
Partial as I am to hybrid sounds full of spunky punky fun, Disma just cranks out slow and low, filthy murk and I can’t help but like it.
Detuned to the point that the guitar strings must be operating outside the normal laws of physics, Towards the Megalith is absurdly fuzzy.
Disma attract oft-used adjectives like “crushing” and “brutal” and are described as ridiculously heavy.
One the one hand, this is all true. On the other, pish!
Towards the Megalith has a lightness of touch, a playfulness about it. A cheeky wiggle of the hips even.
Disma write catchy riffs and – unlike so many death metal bands – know how to let them breathe. Despite the rumbling tones, subterranean vocals and the sepulchral atmosphere, I think this record has a sense of fun.
You could argue that Disma don’t offer anything new but for us newer fans of this style, the flawless execution of Towards The Megalith renders this argument meaningless.
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