Fantastical malevolence, purest insanity, welcome to the dark stuff.
The Disaster have developed a devoted fan base in the last year and it's not hard to see why, this is a group so extreme that you can't be just a fan, you must be a devotee. No one makes music like this anymore, if indeed they ever did. Like a screaming mad Captain Beefheart lost amidst a hurricane of garage/metal caterwauling, by way of psychotic drug fucked US underground terrorists, like the magnificent, forgotten, Beasts of Bourbon.
Scarier than impending apocalypse, go buy if you ain't too Chicken.