This Minneapolis 3-piece are a noise/groove/attack rock band
that have produced an album of twisted beauty.
Punk and noise-rock rarely sound as fucked up and beautiful
at the same time as this. Claustrophobic tension abounds on these
dark tracks of twisted mayhem which are solid with the weight of
delicate intensity that confronts the listener.
Song templates are ripped apart as the riffs thunder across expectations,
giving the impression of an out-of-control muscle car plowing through
a crowd of innocent bystanders. Disasteratti are quite clearly doing
their own thing without any genre restrictions holding them back.
This is a chaotic but thoughtful noise being pulled together to give
the tracks their own identity - something sometimes missing from
other bands. There is a sparseness in some of the song arrangements
that give some breathing space which are helped by cleanish guitars
that slash and burn their way through the more melodic passages
lodging in your head.