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Firstly, I don't care what anyone tries to tell you: the cover of Disarray's In The Face Of The Enemy is cheeseball of the highest order, and arguably among the worst, most eye-damaging covers you'll lay your gaze on these days, and I don't mean that in a so-bad-it's-brilliant Ed Repka way. If getting "renown hard core designer" Jeff Gaither -- who includes Slipknot, Mushroomhead, and post-Danzig Misfits among his clients (the latter should say enough) -- is someone's idea of a guaranteed "good" album cover, I'd ask for my money back if I were Disarray. Secondly, I also don't care what anyone tries to tell you: Being "driven by a sturdy punk rock ethos" [sic] does not a good band make, even a decade down the line, especially when that band waits for the sweat to drip down from Pro-Pain's XXXL T-shirts. Pro-pain are a band so hopelessly dated and blue-collar, they were already passé even before they formed following the Crumbsuckers' demise, and they've put out the same carbon-copy record, like, 80 times over now -- Disarray are only on their third in the same amount of time. So where am I going with this? Disarray dig Pro-Pain; if you dig Pro-Pain, you'll dig Disarray, simple as that. Now I'll concede that In The Face Of The Enemy is executed admirably; it's got moshable hooks, not too speedy and not too slow, well balanced production...but is that enough? Really, don't you folks want more? Yeah, I can sense you Kirk Windstein-lookalikes getting all hot under the (XXXXXXL) collar, ready to slam my "poser" ass, but I truly see no romanticized idealogical purity in single-mindedly clutching to this so-called "heavycore" style that truly sounds like a destined-to-be-deleted Roadrunner band following the "success" of Biohazard's Urban Discipline. Bring on the hate mail, fatsos. |