Album Review: Demo by Hussein – A Wild Ride Through Hardcore Chaos
Alright, let’s talk about Demo, the debut album from Hussein, released under Rectum Records. If you’re into Rock with a heavy dose of Hardcore, Death Metal, and Grindcore, buckle up—this is one gnarly ride. It’s raw, it’s loud, and honestly? It feels like someone took all your worst nightmares, added some riffs, and turned them into music. But hey, that’s kinda awesome.
First off, let me say this isn’t for everyone. If you’re looking for polished melodies or heartfelt ballads, keep scrolling. This is pure chaos, and I mean that in the best way possible. The tracks are short, sharp, and hit hard—like getting punched by sound waves. Two songs stuck out to me so much that they’re still swirling around in my brain days later.
Track one, "Creepy Dartbooth Guy"—man, what a way to kick things off. It’s got this eerie vibe right outta the gate, like you’ve wandered into an abandoned carnival at midnight (you know, the kind where clowns come alive). The guitars are relentless, the drums feel like they’re trying to break free from the speakers, and the vocals? Totally unhinged. By the time it ends, you’re either hooked or running for cover. For me, it was a mix of both.
Then there’s "Fire In The Overcrowded Disco In Manilla." Yeah, I know, wild title, right? This track feels like being shoved into a mosh pit while someone yells existential nonsense in your ear. There’s this weird moment halfway through where everything slows down just enough to catch your breath before slamming you back into the madness. It’s chaotic but oddly satisfying, like eating spicy food—it hurts, but you can’t stop.
Other tracks like "Zit Age Execution Overkill" and "Satan" keep the energy high, though nothing quite hits as hard as those two standouts. Oh, and how could I forget "Samurrai Penis?" I won’t spoil it, but trust me, it lives up to its name.
What I love most about Demo is how unapologetically messy it is. You can tell these guys weren’t aiming for perfection—they were aiming for impact. And damn, did they nail it. Listening to this album feels like stepping into a sweaty basement show where everyone’s losing their minds. No rules, no chill, just pure adrenaline.
So yeah, if you dig extreme music that pushes boundaries (and maybe your sanity), give Demo a spin. Just don’t blame me if your neighbors start complaining—or if you find yourself humming about overcrowded discos and creepy dartboard dudes for days.
Final thought: Whoever named this album Demo clearly had a sense of humor because calling something this intense “just a demo” feels like a prank. Or maybe it’s a warning. Either way, count me in for whatever Hussein does next—even if it gives me nightmares.
