Disco Doom. I like disco. I also like doom metal. But will I like Disco Doom? Yes. The answer is yes. If you would like to learn more, read on.
Disco Doom is neither an Italian synth experiment from the mid-'70s, nor a bunch of whisky-poisoned ex-cons and day laborers from the Amerian South who taught themselves to play a handful of Black Sabbath riffs. Not even close. Disco Doom is Swiss duo Anita Rufer and Gabriele De Mario. Two cats who have been in the game for around two decades but still sound as raw and enigmatic as a band that has been writing for less than a year- with the caveat Disco Doom is a band definitely knows what they want to sound like and have the technical varsity to see their vision to fruition. They are not wandering through the desert searching for milk and honey; instead, they've resolved to make their own, and it came out like a hurricane of dayglo miasma.
Their first album in eight years has arrived under the moniker of its first track, "Mt. Surreal" which sounds like someone playing guitar with a hook tied to the end of a rubber hose; it's both elastic and perilously sharp, with chords flexing and slumping at odd angles like trees melting in a hot lysergic rain. The following track "Rogue Wave" sounds like Pile playing a Beach Boys song in reverse as surfy riffs recede backward from the shore and off the end of the world as Gabriele's lethargic vocals stretch themselves out over the devolving scene like the wings of a fantastical sea bird. Later, "Prolog" rises like a waterspout from an oil slick, a rainbow of whispering torrents and the sighs of dying water nymphs, while "Static Bend" delivers a kind of funky, post-rock that sounds like its accompanying J Mascis strutting in a denim tux that is being actively tailored by a tiny cadre of robots that ping-pong off the surrounding building in a crisscross of methodical mayhem and daydream praxis.
Mt. Surreal is what it claims to be. A behemoth of wild, uninhibited imagination, unleashed on the unenlightened world in the form of a beautiful flood of confident mystery and pristine illusion.
