PROSTITUTE DISFIGUREMENT - Deeds Of Derangement (CD Jewel Case)
Netherlands | Brutal Death
Detailed Description
Base Record Productions pressing.
With Deeds of Derangement, Prostitute Disfigurement fully assert themselves as one of the Netherlands’ most vicious exports in the early 2000s brutal death metal surge. While often unfairly overshadowed by the better-publicized scenes in the U.S. and Scandinavia, this Dutch outfit delivers a record that is equal parts depraved, tightly executed, and surprisingly memorable.
The sound here is built on a foundation of traditional brutal death metal tropes—downtuned guitars, relentless blasting, and gutturals that sound like they’re bubbling up from the drainage system of hell—but there’s more depth than the grotesque surface might initially suggest. The band blends the mechanical intensity of acts like Disavowed or Brodequin with unexpected nods to Carcass-era riff construction, bringing in twisted melodic phrasing and dual vocal interplay that injects character into each track.
Guitarist Niels Adams proves to be the not-so-secret weapon here. His riffwork is consistently engaging, combining breakneck tremolo picking, queasy melodic runs, and grinding palm-muted sections that keep the pace dynamic. Leads aren’t just thrown in for flash—they actually serve the songwriting, adding eerie atmosphere or a moment of release amid the suffocating chaos. Listen to the unnerving solo in “Repulsive to Kill” and you’ll hear a sense of drama that’s often absent in brutal death metal of this kind.
Vocally, this album goes for broke. The growls are absurdly low and gurgling, bordering on the surreal in places. They lack range, sure, but what they lose in variation they make up for in sheer commitment. There’s a real grotesque theatricality to the delivery that makes even the most cartoonish lyrics feel threatening. It’s not just brutal for the sake of it—it’s disturbingly alive.
The production, while a little compressed, does its job well. The guitars sound like they’re being dragged across rusted sheet metal, and the drums, while perhaps a touch high in the mix, maintain clarity and punch. The overall effect is cohesive and crushing without descending into the muddiness that sometimes plagues the genre.
Where Deeds of Derangement really earns its stripes is in its refusal to compromise. There’s no trend-chasing here, no nods to mainstream death metal accessibility. It’s a record forged in filth and extremity, but with enough structure and variation to reward repeated listens. Beneath the gore and grind lies a band with a keen sense of pacing and a respect for songwriting craft.
In short, this isn’t just a savage slab of brutal death—it’s a tightly wound, surprisingly thoughtful effort from a band that deserves to be mentioned alongside the genre’s more celebrated names. Whether you're a longtime fan of the style or just craving something sick, sharp, and sincerely unhinged, Deeds of Derangement hits the mark.