FUCK THE FACTS
Ridiculously punishing, Fuck the Facts play the kind of death metal infested grind that goes from zero to 100 in less than a second and maintains that maddening pace throughout. On this seven-track offering, this Canadian outfit toy with stop-start rhythm patterns, melodic solos, and a slew of non-metal noises like wind chimes within its heavy as Satan’s ball sack delivery of tracks like “The Wrecking”, all in the sake of detonating the largest bomb to produce the most explosive burst of devastation. And for the most part, this female-fronted act succeeds in ripping your ears to shreds and rendering your remaining senses useless for all except slaving to their form of menacing grind. If Arch Enemy, Napalm Death, and Candiria had a kid, not only would it be a complete terror on society, but it’d be named Fuck the Facts.