Believe
it or not, the quartet from Baltimore is one of the few brutal Death metal bands
which have been in the pro music biz for a long while to still own a total outspoken
in-your-face attitude. Go read their lyrics and the notes for each member and
you'll get the evidence they're not claptraps. These north-American furies won't
let anyone tread on their rights and are those kind of folks that prefer to argue
rather than talking at your shoulders. They probably won't have a rosy career
as diplomats or shop assistants but they are definitely cut for entering my élite
of friends because they got my sympathy at once when I read the thankslist and
especially the shitlist!
Music-wise, this second full-length continues
on the path of that so-called Hate/Gore metal that has been picking up acclaims
both from fans and media punctually since the times of the "Beneath the
Inverted Cross" demo release, this time adding more variety in the topics
dealt with: not only splattering, torturing and smashing worthless beings but
also examples of the unexistance of God (whatever you call it), selected misogyny
(some women are OK, like the ones that allowed the paintings on their backs as
shown in the background of the booklet), insanity, scorn and revenge. That said,
the lyrics of "Bottle of Piss" and the title track seem written
for or by guys like me and constitute the highlights of the record.
The four
die-hard thugs surprise thru "Kill U, Fuck U, Eat U, Shit U out",
a bit influenced by the early Dying Fetus, "In God's Hands",
debtor to the first four albums by Cannibal Corpse, here tributed with the evergreen
coverversion of "A Skull Full of Maggots", but there are fairly
personal-styled songs as well, such as "One in the Chamber",
containing some of the toughest vocal lines heard lately; maybe that's why this
is my favorite track out of the fourteen here included.
It is not specified
if Sicko is responsible for all of the vocals, but it is likely that they have
been divided between him and guitarist Rez like in the past; however, those who
are not acquainted with the band as of yet want to know that there's an ample
array of middle, bass and ultra-bass vocals within the tracks of "Kill
Everything - Worship Nothing".
Don't expect keyboards nor a highly
skilled performance in the way of the Canadian tech Death metal jewels such as
Cryptopsy or Neuraxis, just a balance between the old school (certain 90's-oriented
tunes and solos such as the ones in the titletrack for instance) and the majority
of structures on the path of the more recent acts grappling with US and Swedish
Death metal.
Further buying incentives come from the top-notch front cover
and the recording, drenched with killer powerful sounds and a mixing aimed at
emphasizing the heaviness and the speed of the drums. In conclusion, Dark Disciple
equals pure Death metal with no compromise. All zines and webzines whose motto
is 'If it ain't brutal, don't fucking send it' shall be satisfied.
MARKUS GANZHERRLICH - 2nd March 2007