Disciples Of Discipline – Disciples Of Discipline
Album Review
Alright, buckle up, because this album is a wild ride through the musical multiverse. Released in 2001 (yes, the year of baggy jeans and questionable haircuts), Disciples Of Discipline blends rap, hip-hop, and rock like a smoothie that’s equal parts gritty and groovy. Hailing from the US, these guys didn’t just make an album—they made a statement. Or maybe they were just really into kale? Spoiler alert: there’s a track about vegan nutrition. More on that later.
The album kicks off with “Street Beats (Intro),” which sets the tone like a graffiti artist tagging your brain—loud, colorful, and kinda unforgettable. But let’s talk about two tracks that stuck to me like gum on a sneaker: “Sacred, Pt. 1 (Engineering)” and “Vegan Nutrition (Potluck).”
First up, “Sacred, Pt. 1 (Engineering).” This track feels like it was crafted by aliens who’ve been studying human emotions for centuries. The beat hits hard but doesn’t punch you in the face—it whispers secrets instead. It’s got layers, man. Like an onion or one of those fancy dip platters at parties. You think you’ve figured it out, then BAM! Another layer unfolds. I kept coming back to this one because it’s not just music; it’s a vibe. A very mysterious, slightly pretentious vibe, but hey, sometimes pretentious vibes are exactly what you need.
Then there’s “Vegan Nutrition (Potluck).” Oh boy. This song deserves its own TED Talk. It’s quirky, unexpected, and probably made my eyebrows do a little dance while listening. Who even thinks to write a rap about plant-based diets? These guys did. And honestly? It works. It’s catchy as hell, and now every time I see tofu at the grocery store, I hear this track playing in my head. Not sure if that’s a blessing or a curse, but either way, mission accomplished.
The production quality leans raw, like they recorded half of it in someone’s basement during a power outage. But that’s part of the charm. Andrew C., who handled painting, design, and layout, clearly had his hands full making sure the visuals matched the eclectic energy of the music. Kudos to him—he pulled it off without looking like he tried too hard.
Now, here’s the thing about Disciples Of Discipline: it’s not perfect. Some tracks feel repetitive, and yeah, there are moments where you might wonder if they forgot what year it was. But isn’t that what makes underground albums so great? They don’t follow rules. They break ‘em.
So, would I recommend this album? Absolutely—if you’re into experimental sounds that challenge your eardrums and your worldview. If nothing else, it’ll give you something to argue about at your next dinner party. Just don’t serve tofu unless you want everyone humming “Vegan Nutrition” all night.
Final thought: Listening to this album felt like finding a mixtape in the backseat of a beat-up car—it’s messy, unpredictable, and oddly endearing. Also, I’m now craving hummus. Coincidence? Probably not.
