Facedown Records
Monstrous molten and doom-laden death metal, this is like witnessing yourself in the middle of a nuclear war, as the guitar riffs thrash away, the drums hammer and the bass pounds while the vocal is delivered by a gorilla on heat. Sadly, within one minute of track 2, you've heard the entire album - and it's not pretty. In fact, it's pretty dreadful, even for this style of metal. So dreadful, in fact, that a review is both meaningless and pointless. If you want to be beaten soundly over the head until you bleed, a barbed wire-wrapped club may be marginally more enjoyable.
Andy Garibaldi
Andy Garibaldi

