In a time where quantity seems king, Disturbance refuse to release run-of-the-mill records. Meanwhile, they keep marching to their own drums, the drums of Jo: the human equivalent of a Stalin’s organ. Bass buff Jozz and guitar fiend Dim sharpen the Disturbance sound, intensified by the toxic vocal discharge of Rob.
demo
dna
live on to decline
malice in slumberland
shades of fear