Kevin Crump - guitar, synth, bunghorn, vox -
Kevin Hainey - bass -
Jon Shapiro - tabletop guitar, vox -
Randy Gagne - drums, percussion -
Influences
Anything strength related. Bulldog and Canine training, Dr. Who (classic), Dreaded Kave Kooks, Tetsuo the Iron Man, Inframan, bong hits while building our bi-ceps, the Final Comedown. Driving the skyway.
Sounds Like
total bombed out sci-fi soundscapes. Wasted-Psych.
Street Date 09/09/08!!!"Post-Mortem Depression", the long awaited debut Lp by Disguises, scum & splooge surfers of toronto's noise/avant D.I.Y. underground. A volcanic blast of rushing blood & damaged ear drums. "Post-Mortem Depression" was laid to tape at the Gas Station Recording Studio in late October 2007. Disguises spent a total of 2 days committing total "rock action" abuse live in the studio, scrapped off the floor by vibe captain Dale Morningstar. But before that these songs were hammered out live in front of an audience, almost a full year before recording "Post-Mortem Depression". Hundreds of strings shredded.....piles of fried speakers...hours upon hours of VHS tape ate for samples(Carpenter, Dr. Who, David Koresh, and classic Godzilla movies...there all in here) a gonzo movie buffs auditory wet dreams cum to life. What remains is a 21st Century punk rock record crafted by a band to difficult to pigeonhole in to one specific genre."Post-Mortem Depression" seamlessly blurs the lines between avant/psych creep, free-jazz imrovisation, mechanized industrial groove, and total punk attack. An album made loud to be played loud....with not one overdub, you fucking rubbahead. "Post-Mortem Depression" a modern rock record created by a band burning the heat of now. D-STROY!
That was a great set at Sneaky Dee's. Here’s it’s all about deconstructing rock, with shotgun blasts of noise fueling a cosmic inferno. Bursts of static-ridden dissonance unleashed, like Merzbow colliding with Acid Mothers Temple, an ultra-loud-fuzz assault explosive enough to shatter glass. Sufficiently powerful enough to kick you in the nuts. Spewing-out monstrous feedback and raw energy, these champions of avant-garde industrial-noise will take you sky-high.
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