While Disclose's debut album Tragedy was an electrocuting shock to the oft-copied Discharge sound, their final album blew it apart, extrapolating the already minimalist Discharge aesthetic into an utterly mutant new realm. Disclose's Yesterday's Fairytale, Tomorrow's Nightmare was originally released on Game Of The Arseholes back in 2003 (and whose Stuart Schrader penned the lengthy and personal liner notes that come with this new edition of the album), and at first glance seemed to offer another blast of excoriating, ultra-distorted Dis-worship from the band.

Sure, once you started to spin this beast and dig into the ten songs that make up Nightmare, the spirit of Discharge still seethes within these rampaging, D-beat driven thrash assaults. But there's also a more overt metallic influence that was now lurking beneath the surface as well, due to bandleader Kawakami's increased interest in old speed metal around this time; you can hear it in the blistering thrash riffs that rip across songs like "Nowhere To Run". Their "chainsaw" guitar sound is still front and center though, super distorted and fuzz-encrusted, even noisier than ever, thickening that filthy patina of hiss and static that distinguished Disclose's music. Adrenalized, jammed deep into the red, these songs seem to gradually become more and more choked on speaker-shredding distortion, a swirling shitstorm of blown-out guitar hiss and mega-amplified static rushing across the band's locomotive assault. The whole a-side is a fucking vicious Dis-blast, and the first couple of songs on the second side pick right up from there, from the ferocious ultra-distorted crust-war of "The Sound Of Disaster" to the super-catchy "Crawling Chaos" with its dueling guitar solos.

But for the closer, Disclose pulled a hard left as they suddenly sprawl out into the weirdly hypnotic "Wardead", which sees Kawakami and crew further experimenting with their sound. The whole song is wound around essentially one basic riff, making for a kind of noise-damaged hypno-crust that batters you endlessly for nearly ten minutes, the guitarists splattering this weirdly lurching epic with a nonstop barrage of wailing guitar solos. After a bit, this actually starts to resemble a hardcore punk version of Japanese psych legends Mainliner. Totally unlike anything else we'd heard from Disclose (let alone any band this influenced by the classic D-beat template), fucked and ferocious and brain-melting, and one of the most interesting things to scream off of a Japanese hardcore album.

This reissues comes on 180 gram vinyl, packaged in a casewrapped jacket.