Where they from?
Phoenix, AZ. Hey, what’s your favorite smell? I’ve always had an affinity for gasoline and this very specific odor of a Brooklyn subway. They say smell is the one sense that is most tied to memories, but they also say that Pluto is no longer a planet and that makes me very sad and angry.
Why the hype?
I find it really odd that I’m not a particularly big fan of crust punk but I absolutely love crust-infused grindcore. Like, take this band for example, they sound like a mix of Excruciating Terror, early Napalm Death and a whole bunch of bands from Oakland with indecipherable logos and I absolutely LOVE it, but if you were to ask me to listen to an entire Disrupt album and I’d be asleep by song three. What gives? What is wrong with me? How could a just and loving god allow such suffering to exist?
Latest release?
Entangled in Razorwire, self-released. The last song on this album is called ‘RADIATION INCINERATION’ — all caps. I’m sorry but that’s really badass. Imagine requesting that song at a karaoke night. Like, “I know you want to hear some Beyonce but first we have to listen to ‘RADIATION INCINERATION!’ PLUTO USED TO BE A PLANET GODDAMMIT!”
