This is ruthless. Relentless. Unremitting. Their first full length in three years and Fuck The Facts have returned with 36 minutes of politically-charged and hate-fuelled extreme metal that is no less than an endurance test for even the most devoted grindcore nutjob. With a band name that will ensure that they will get very limited publicity, and even less commercial accpetance, Fuck The Facts' priority is clear: artistic integrity above all. And with Die Miserable they have further nailed that fact into the face of the cowherd. Mel Mongeon's caustic bark is astounding, tortured, twisted, shining as brightly as a rusted and broken razor blade dragged across the tongue. Pummelling, brick-wall drumming and ridiculously demented riffs abound. This is the embodiment of what metal bands think they are doing yet eternally fail to achieve. Fuck that crap. Fuck The Facts.
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This is ruthless. Relentless. Unremitting. Their first full length in three years and Fuck The Facts have returned with 36 minutes of politically-charged and hate-fuelled extreme metal that is no less than an endurance test for even the most devoted grindcore nutjob. With a band name that will ensure that they will get very limited publicity, and even less commercial accpetance, Fuck The Facts' priority is clear: artistic integrity above all. And with Die Miserable they have further nailed that fact into the face of the cowherd. Mel Mongeon's caustic bark is astounding, tortured, twisted, shining as brightly as a rusted and broken razor blade dragged across the tongue. Pummelling, brick-wall drumming and ridiculously demented riffs abound. This is the embodiment of what metal bands think they are doing yet eternally fail to achieve. Fuck that crap. Fuck The Facts.
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