Black/White Splatter Vinyl, limited to 250 pieces worldwide. Comes with exclusive bonus track, Poster, Slipmap and DVD.
Desaster has been around forever, perpetually rocking their slobbering, Neanderthal variety of berserk, blackened thrash. Their sound is defined by an unswerving dedication to excessive over-the-top-itude that few bands could rival. By taking the classic Darkthrone sound and welding it together with Motorhead, old Destruction, Autopsy and Slayer, a squirming mass of belligerent bellicosity is unleashed. Frantic riffing, blast beats, wildly insane, overdone vocals that have to be heard to be believed, Desaster sounds like a big, explody…disaster. Album number seven, The Arts of Destruction, may be their most hyper-kinetic journey into looney tunes territory yet, and let me tell ya, it’s a whole lot of fucking fun to experience. That is, if you’re willing to leave your brain and prog appreciation at the door and wallow in the filth. I know I am!
Desaster has been around forever, perpetually rocking their slobbering, Neanderthal variety of berserk, blackened thrash. Their sound is defined by an unswerving dedication to excessive over-the-top-itude that few bands could rival. By taking the classic Darkthrone sound and welding it together with Motorhead, old Destruction, Autopsy and Slayer, a squirming mass of belligerent bellicosity is unleashed. Frantic riffing, blast beats, wildly insane, overdone vocals that have to be heard to be believed, Desaster sounds like a big, explody…disaster. Album number seven, The Arts of Destruction, may be their most hyper-kinetic journey into looney tunes territory yet, and let me tell ya, it’s a whole lot of fucking fun to experience. That is, if you’re willing to leave your brain and prog appreciation at the door and wallow in the filth. I know I am!
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