Imagine the gathering into a room of a group of punk/hardcore maniacs. They get drunk by any liquid existing in bottles, filling their veins with alcohol and destroying everything under the sounds of MOTORHEAD, HELLHAMMER and old BATHORY while in an old tv screen it has been playing some ancient porno thriller movies. Well, somewhere in this room you can find the Spanish DISHAMMER.
This four piece of lunacy and filth contains members of bands like MACHETAZO, DEADMASK, LOOKING FOR AN ANSWER, LIKE PETER AT HOME and MOHO among others. DISHAMMER seems like the dream band that someone maybe wanted hailing songs like You Don't Move Me (I Don't Give A Fuck) and Die In Fire. With simple MOTORHEAD based structures that have been sprinkled by mood punkish toxic rain and fulfilled by a vintage sound and production. Vocals like donkey's bray, lyrics and titles like Bomb In The Womb or Blessed With Catalepsy, solo from ramshackle guitars and a bass like a motorbike's exhaust that is more than 666 years old.
The album starts so primitive and powerful like having a fire in your asshole. Smoke Of Death is a song that probably will cut you to thousand pieces and the filth and the hoarseness of Wish Of Suffering and The End Here And Now will make you wake up in the middle of the night, open a Jack Daniel's bottle and terrorize the neighborhood with your screaming. If the album was in the same adrenaline levels in all its entity most likely I would have melted my brain under a bulldozer, but thankfully somewhere in the middle things become a little bit calm. Songs like Pain In The Ass and Into The Bong are not as good as with the first ones but the truth is even with them my neck is spinning like a tornado. And in the end of this less than 30 minutes assault, the quality is again super.
Hell's Headbangers Records once again rape our minds and empty our pockets with unleashing such great albums. I don't have to add anything else; the music here is not for academic anal-ysis. Guaranteed satisfaction for GBH or DISCHARGE fans who are into the old school Thrash and vice versa. Generally a must for any crust maniac, friends of bands like the Italian CHILDREN OF TECHNOLOGY or ancient guys that were into things like NAUSEA if there is anyone out there left. And the strange is that they have some other songs in their myspace page not included in this album and are total bombastic. We will be doomed.