The Dillinger Escape Plan - Dissociation

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Dillinger are one of a kind, and ‘Dissociation’ pummels every ounce of their energy.

dis • soc • ia • tion. 
The action of disconnecting, or the state of being disconnected.
It’s a much nicer way to shape the dreaded phrase that comes with the release of this album. “Extended hiatus.” Bands like Dillinger don’t come along every day, and that’s why when they say those dreaded words you know without doubt, that even if it might not be forever, it’s a potential farewell that comes with a blaze of bloody glory.
A song is never a song, but a whole mini-album packed into circa four minute bursts. ‘Wanting Not So Much As To’ is eclectic, Dillinger thrown into a blender, but then it dims: Greg Puciato speaks directly to you, no audible distraction – but two stops on its wild journey.

‘Fugue’, rather than being a soothing respite, is an electronic clusterfuck that ends in a haze. ‘Low Feels Blvd’ is a car crash with a hotel’s lounge band. 
Limits? Nah. Not here. ‘Honeysuckle’ throws in styles like it’s going out of fashion and ‘Apologies Not Included’ is one of the straightest cut songs – at least all the styles feel like they’re supposed to punch you in the face.

Dillinger are one of a kind, and ‘Dissociation’ pummels every ounce of their energy, guts and ambition in, with surprises to boot. They’re vicious, sharp, and untouchable. Heather McDaid