Fuck The Facts, Unnamed EP
Fuck the Facts, simply put, is one of those bands that epitomize DIY work ethic. They book their own shows, design their own packaging and other merchandise — all the while unleashing chaotic hell in manic bursts for discordant grind-core. Their latest effort, Unnamed EP follows the band’s heritage with six songs of caustic growls and shrieks, abstract grinding noise and thick, pummeling rhythms.
Heading out on a tour of Europe in March, the band couldn’t have timed this blasting gem of a disc any better. Untitled EP will have everyone showing up at the shows frothing at the mouths and ready to tear the venue apart.
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The opening track starts off with layers of reverb before jumping into a chaotic mass of crushing, textured guitars and drums that are all over the place, yet still retain a semblance of rhythm. This is a violent, train wreck of a song that will leave you dizzy and partially deaf if, much like myself, you played it a tad too loud. The short lead at 1:20 works to break up the grinding onslaught.
Loss Upon Loss
This next one’s got a bit more structure initially, but quickly descends into grinding madness with obtuse guitars, amorphis rhythms and vocal destruction. It’s a good thing the band keeps these songs relatively short, I’m not sure how much more unadulterated glee I can mentally handle.
Wake
After a brief bit of sound effects, thick guitars arrive to begin the bludgeoning. Vocally, this is probably the harshest and most violent of the songs on the EP. I love the additional noise layered on top of the swirling grind and massive riffs that’s packed into this short song. “Wake” is sure to be one of those songs that will stick with me for a while. Damn good.
Time as a Dictator
“Time as a Dictator” is a complete departure from the previous tracks, relying more on atmosphere and a bit of a drone to capture the appropriate mood with slightly distorted guitar tones, spoken vocals (or a sound clip) that meander in and out from the distance. The brief interlude acts as your only opportunity to catch a quick breathe before “La Tete hors de L’eau” erupts out of the gate.
La Tete hors de L’eau
I absolutely love the touch of melodic guitar that weaves throughout the rabid drumming and harsh vocals. There’s a bit of a black metal feel to the song — melancholy tones envelope you as the grinding noise chugs along relentlessly. For as violent as this track sounds on occasion, it’s got a great ebb and flow in momentum and feeling. It’s a huge song that has to be heard a couple of times to fully appreciate all that’s going on within its three and a half minute lifespan.
Doghead
The Ep’s final track is a 36 second shotgun blast to the face and one hell of a way to end a disc I’ll be playing for a long while after this review is published. I’m not sure if it’s just noise or some uber guttural vocals, but the gurgling evilness that shows up about half way through the song is a nice touch.
Sweet merciful crap. That was fun.
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