Genre : Crust Punk/Grindcore/Death Metal
Website : FuckTheFacts.com
Location : Canada
Release title : Desire Will Rot
Release type : Full-length CD
Release year : 2015
Label : Noise Salvation
Buy : FTF Merch Store
1. Everywhere Yet Nowhere
2. Shadows Collide
3. The Path Of Most Resistance
4. La Mort I
5. La Mort II
7. Storm Of Silence
9. False Hope
11. Nothing Changes
Still up there in the running of the most intense grind bands I've ever scene play...I mean these fuckin' Canadian sickos are like taking an H-Bomb to the face and having your remnants mopped up with an Atomic Bomb for good measure. They've release so much stuff that even as a huge fan of their frenzied blasts and detonations that I can barely keep up. According to my calculations "Desire will Rot" is their 9th full-length to date and it's grind just the way I like it...cutthroat attitude, breakneck speed, fuck you attitude, violently raw instrumental assaults and enough production clarity that the songs and their various elements actually wedge themselves in your craw like an open switchblade. The band's lineup has been pretty stable for the last few years and you can tell that the players have really developed a tight chemistry. Opener "Everywhere Yet Nowhere" is the ultimate exercise in terroristic, musical violence. Fuck all the real world bullshit violence...this is the kind of violence we need to get behind...the musical kind.
City toppling blastbeasts, screaming solos that'll literally drive your sanity over a cliff and vocalist Mel Mongeon's harsh, sandpaper on drywall screams will drill themselves into your head like a construction jackhammer. Marc Bourgon provides thicker, throatier backing growls in the classic grind tradition while dense, chunking mid-tempo bass grooves provide control where there shouldn't be any humanly possible. Though these serpentine, stone gazing Medusa-like twists and turns give the band an actual sense of structure and some incisive death metal grooves provide variety and intricacy, the caterwauling guitar solos and bloody nose blasts make up the meat n' taters of the band's sound that cements Fuck the Facts as a true blue grind band who wave a big middle finger in the air towards bullshit grind crossbreeds. I've seen these nuts in the flesh and I can verify that this band is the real fuckin' deal in a sea of pretenders pushing pretense. "Shadows Collide" is even faster though a catchy d-beat infectiousness beamed in directly from Stockholm with vintage 80's hardcore punk abandon and semi-melodic dual guitar harmonies provide the band an energy that their peers could only dream of attaining.
Oddball Egyptian/Middle Eastern guitar leads give way to untold of melodic glory with the taut, melo-death tinges calling to mind early Dismember. Fear not, because these passages are blink and you'll miss it at best and before long the band return to ravenous blast beats and well-bunkered d-beat lamentations. A concrete hard, sludgy churl intros "The Path of Most Resistance" but soon the dueling high/low vocal spew, blasts and staccato crust fury totally usurp any sense of "groove." Again harmonic guitar interjections give off tasty whiffs of that rugged, Sunlight Studios' Swedish death metal before any sense of melody is obliterated by napalm-soaked solo and retching, hernia-addled blast ballast. "La Mort I" dives into a tribal, rollicking Neurosis-ian percussive build-up with stuttered sludge riffs reminding me fondly of crust/sludge psychos Insuiciety's ragged, blown-out doom/crust. But again FTF illustrate that they are not a borrowing or copycat band with highly addictive, melodic guitar work creating night terror infected dreamy atmospheres overtop of throttling double-bass and old school Swedish death the likes of which Grave pioneered. The song sets up the manic blast-o-rama carnage of "La Mort II" with its pinched harmonic riffing, buzzsaw early Napalm Death style guitars and mind-fucking vokills. Still solos with a lot more technicality and melody than they have any right to have appear out of thin air, altering the tune's trajectory into atonal, crawling sludge/doom that curb stomps the eardrums until the blood flows freely onto the streets.
The intro riffs of "Prey" has a sludgy, repulsive death metal vibe similar vibe to Entombed with even the faster riffage culling more from death metal than grindcore until the speed picks up full-throttle. Alien guitar melodies beamed from the sky above lend a tunefulness to abyssal sludge/doom riffing and a caustic sloth break trembling with Grief-esque guitar bends and burden bearing sludge churls. Soon FTF revert to a grinding chaos so fast that you'll practically have a heart attack trying to keep up with its godless pace as Mel screams her fuckin' head off until her larynx oozes out onto the floor. "Storm of Silence" transplants the full on d-beat of Discharge into the more melodic crust of From Ashes Rise and Tragedy to great effect while still filtering in melodies and sharp song structure turns that put FTF in an untouchable league of their own. You can compare all you want but nobody uses the alternately hateful/melodic riffing that this band does and nobody comes close when attempting to mimic it.
Leather-lunged, tougher than Christ death grind permeates the heightened pacing double bass/blast shakedowns of "Solitude" yet those hook-y, sludgy Swedish death riffs return with a deadly serious vengeance where brutality and and good songwriting are enforced in equal measure. Atonal, ambient chords adorn the cut's second half with oblique, transparent melodies that totally take the songwriting down an off-kilter, offbeat path. Vomit-puke grind/crust keeps the tempos insane during the first half of "False Hope" but soon screaming solo pyrotechnics and soaring harmonic leads descend into sloven bass heavy sludge with dueling guitar licks sounding like Thin Lizzy getting raped by Facedowninshit. Another left turn is taken with "Circle" which melds a crushing, industrial piston-press with plenty of clanging noise that sounds like something Godflesh would have done in their early days.
Closing out this masterpiece "Nothing Changes" again goes for forward-thinking, progressive sludge with a tenacity that I can only liken to defunct prog-crusters Wake up on Fire. It's goddamn good and cements this album as a modern fucking classic of misery, mindrot and depression. "Desire Will Rot" is without a doubt the finest FTF record to date. They've never put out anything less than quality material but the songwriting here shows them exploring every avenue of their technically complex sound to the maximum. Only a stubborn hardhead who has to have their grind adhering to the 20 second song format with no variety would skip out on this experimental, truly daring release.