Disfear
Misanthropic Generation

Tomas Lindberg is not one to easily back down. He didn't do so when there was a need, in the early '90s, to bring a new wave of brutality to Europe, devastating our eardrums with extremely rooted music as (almost) only At The Gates could produce. He didn’t after the dissolution of the seminal Swedish Death band, as evidenced by his countless projects, including The Great Deceiver, Lock Up, and Nightrage, to name a few. He didn't slow down when fellow countrymen Disfear asked him to unleash all his rage, passion, his fierce and unhealthy attitude and put it to the service of a just cause: ''Misanthropic Generation''.

It is certainly no novelty Tomas' infatuation for lyrics that look at the dark side of reality, yet rarely has he been heard so vehement and nihilistic when it comes to spitting his despondency in the listeners' faces. And since, as is known, certain content needs a calibrated backdrop, here are the same impulses animating the tormented frontman also reflecting in the musical profile. To be clear, Disfear does not fall under the category of bands taking themselves overly seriously (an increasingly common trait, unfortunately), preferring instead to exorcise their negative vibes through a powerful and healthy dose of Rock and Roll elevated to the nth degree. Their sound is primarily influenced by the giants like Motorhead and uncompromising, aggressive musical styles like raw and fast-paced Hardcore (Discharge above all). All this is seasoned with a booming sound, the illegitimate offspring of those Swedish-style guitars that were so fashionable some years ago and still make their estimable appearance on many current albums.

I'm therefore talking about perverse and sick riffs, 12 dynamic tracks that rarely exceed 3 minutes and remain indistinguishable from one another even after a dozen listens, with a hyperactive rhythm section and a ruthless voice that screams the worst curses at the world. Disfear do not have the ambition to be imaginative or showcase their technical skills, what matters in this work is the consistency of the sound walls and the solidity of the compositions, which must appear without scruple: ''The Final Of Chapters,'' just to name a few, could easily come from a more infuriated Agnostic Front album, while ''An Arrogant Breed'' and ''Rat Race'' immediately bring to mind Lemmy and crew but also the Norwegians Turbonegro. Having little to lose, Disfear couldn't care less about everything and everyone, and with ''Misanthropic Generation'' they simply wanted to send a huge and spontaneous f*** you to the world (''...I Don’t Care About Anything, I Don’t Care No More...'').

Why not love them?