Disrupt
Unrest

I have always maintained that a modest dose of brutality is necessary in everyday life. Like when the young lad making out with his chick cuts you off in his BMW. Or when the only 90-60-90 at the university pretends to like you just for the fun of mocking you. Or again, when you're trying to study Beppo Levi's theorem (who the hell is he?), and just a few meters away, your classmates are blasting today's crappy music and laughing like cackling geese. I listen to Metal for this very reason: it gives me the strength to carry on. Nevertheless, the junk that circulates today in the music field has utterly worn me out.

The other day, a friend of mine put on Sum 41 for the umpteenth time, and I told him, "Look, real Punk is something else." And he said, "Oh, I don't even know what Punk is." Can you believe it!! I lost it: I felt the craving for Crust, the only type of Punk that can satisfy my capricious needs. I rushed home, swearing and cursing, battling against the adverse wind, and, still sweaty, I started listening to "Unrest", the only studio album by the Bostonians Disrupt.

Well, what can I tell you? After listening to it, I had stocked up on brutality and nastiness for at least a week. Pure, fast, and devastating Crustgrind: an absolute blast. Thirty shards (ten from "Deprived 7") that dart diabolically through the air, filling you with energy and your pious neighbor or his silly daughter, who has annoyed you too many times while getting excited over Beyoncé's tunes blasted at full volume, with shock and terror. "Unrest" is a time bomb ready to explode in the faces of all the goddamn conformists: the two singers (following the model of Extreme Noise Terror) Pete Kamarinos and Jay Stiles growling furiously is a delight, ably supported by the crushing drums of the great Randy Odierno and the galloping guitar riffs of the acclaimed duo Hayward&Savastano.

You can't help but feel deeply outraged as you relish this work of protest and global denunciation, spanning from equality to animal rights. In short, a record for decent people, not like the silly Beyoncé fan who, once she has heard miss Alyssa Murry scream her lungs out ("A Life's A Life", "Religion Is A Fraud", just to name two) and realizes that not all women rush to sing pop-trash, will have a hysterical fit and look possessed.

There's nothing more to say. "Unrest" may be the only album produced by Disrupt, but this Crust milestone alone is better than some entire discographies floating around. Rage, thunder, and lightning from start to finish. And that's just fine. UH!