Dystopia
Human = Garbage

THE REVIEW

Is there a species on Earth that destroys everything without caring about its surroundings? Yes, it's us, the homo sapiens. A race that thinks only of its own well-being and the profit it can make by exploiting something, completely disregarding the consequences. And thus, the title of this album, which is actually a compilation, "Human = Garbage." According to Dystopia, we are nothing more than trash, and indeed, contradicting them requires some effort.

Sludge and crust punk coexist in a crazy and unruly music, a filthy music that weaves dirty visions: cockroaches rummaging through filth, rats as big as cats scampering through sewers, and so much darkness, but not the darkness of our own soul that haunts us, the darkness of the cruel world around us that scares us, because we fear for our survival since anyone hiding in the dark is ready to annihilate us.

The music is fierce, rabid, and instinctive, the psychological violence is at extremely high levels, and it's almost needless to say, but listening is a true suffering, the wild screams and that throbbing bass will hardly leave us. The almost always fast-paced rhythms give no respite, the focus here is on impact rather than exhausting slowness, this type of sludge isn't a cousin of doom, they're only very distant relatives.

At the heart of all this, hatred towards mankind reigns supreme.

The first five tracks, from the self-titled EP of 1994, perfectly achieve their misanthropic intent, and for these, the rating would be a nice full five stars. The following six from the '93 split with Embittered, as well as the concluding track from the split with Grief from the same year, do not reach the same level of quality, while still remaining very good.

When Earth decides to wipe away the greediest parasite of all, perhaps someone will remember Dystopia, or maybe not…