99 Song - 3 Way Split : The Great One
Ghetto Blaster Productions
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Appearing on this compilation are experimental and erratic Canadian nutters Fuck The Facts, rambunctious Noisegrind tearaways No Refund and Embryo's own gooey Cyber Porngrind outfit Mermaid In A Manhole
FUCK THE FACTS
Prior to releasing this, Fuck The Facts made a 3" compact disc entitled Four0ninE and a split with Harsh Noise legend Ames Sanglantes, not to mention having a fair few lineup changes along the way. The songs featured on this part of the split are taken from Fuck The Facts' previous demo Mullet Fever, an earlier release from Ghetto Blaster that is now unavailable. So here it's given a second chance to have a listen to it, rather than being left to rot away on deaf ears.
The spasmodic assault begins with All Hands On Deck, starting with a short soundclip before letting fly with razor riffs and enraged drumming, complimented by throat howls and low menacing grunts. However, the components of this song don't provide the base for the entire album, seeing as it's quite a versatile work. Rather than just offering nothing but heads down, bowels out riffage all the time, guitars meander into barren melodic passages, leaving overdrive out of the eccentric equation altogether. Quite a few widdlefests also ensue. Drumming is energetic and clattering, at the same time able to restrain the intensity where needs be. The vokills have much diversity, ranging from the aforementioned high howls and low grunts to crusty roars, spoken word parts and amusing falsetto voices. One song even features rapping. Rather than tie themselves down to traditional instrumentals, the band also make use of a piano.
Fuck The Facts are creative, experimental and unpredicatblae, making for a certainly original sound. It is still possible however, to fish out some elements of their music that are similar to other bands. Some of their infectious grinding parts remind me of Australian nutters Captain Cleanoff, flecked with little bits of Nasum. A few of the nasty vokill assaults as well as one or two riffs recalled Italian scallywags Insane Assholes. I s'pose they're a bit like a more illustrious and humourous The Dillinger Escape Plan in a way. These are just a few small comparisons though, cos Fuck The Facts music is a lot more versatile and full of surprises.
There are many tracks that stand out here. Doghead leaves you no choice but to nod violently along to the heavy chug of its highly infectious riff. Subsequent track Burning The Grindcore Rule Book has you wondering what the fuck's going on as it explores a harsh, static laden noisescape. Slivers of harsh noise find their way into some of the other tracks too. Songs like Mathrock Superstar and I Babysit For Drug Money catch your attention with their spoken word vokills, providing breaks from the growls and howls, also lessening the chance of those voks losing their overall impact. Fuck The Facts make it clear that they have a sense of humour in songs such as Black Metal pisstake Me And Dani Filth In A 6-4, their daft cover of Master Of Puppers and singalong classicks Mullet Fever and You Smoke, You Toke. The final song, Outro [Sonny Bono[, is a lovely instrumental that provides a soothing lull to end proceedings.
The production is fairly decent, guitars and drums at a level on which they mesh together well, with vokills at just abou tthe right height in the mix. A small let down here however is the way in which some of the tracks appear to have been cut short, ending quite abruptly before jolting into the next track.
Fuck The Facts' submissions to The Great One are abrasive shards of well written experimental Grindcore, sprinkled with enough unexpected tangents and daring ideas to keep things interesting. Instead of rehashing the risks taken by their influences, Fuck The Facts have scriblled all over them with colourful crayons, producing a much more appealing and attention grabbing Grindcore sketch.
4/5
I wasn't au fait with the works of this band until hearing this split, apart from seeing something about a noise split with Czech monster Napalmed and Malaysian act Noizymutha, as well as reading some good words about their Shitcore tape from My Lai Productions.
No Refund begin their side with A Tribute To Hulk Hogan, which is made from guttural gurgles, high pitched bitch screams, rattling beats and barely audible riffage. Such sounds are to be found in abundance over the course of their side, as the vocalists provide feverish displays of gurgling, grunting and screaming, accompanied by feedback driven riffs from an electric guitar, and minimal figures from an acoustic one. The drums, which sound programmed for most of the songs but may be live on some others, remain at more or less the same speed for each song.
Though they have a layer or two of originality, traces of other bands can be of course detected in the horrible noise made on this part of the split. Anal Cunt comparisons aside, No Refund are cut from the same creative cloth as Pimp Daddy And The Crackheads, what with their use of acoustic guitars, the lo-fi rehearsal room sound quality and daft between song banter. It could be said that they have a bit of a Lobster Assault vibe too. The vokills instantly recall lavatorial mentalists Intestinal Disgorge, not to mention grubby Aussie perverts Viscera and harsh Noisegrind cunts The Double Penetrators.
Most of the tracks sound very alike, so choosing standout songs isn't very easy. Most of them contain simple and clumsily played riffs, a continuous jarring drumbeat and patches of agonized vokills, the bitch screaming being the dominant ones. I s'pose what makes any of the songs stand out is the way in which some of them open, be it a jolly acoustic guitar figure, a piece of silly banter or a weird intro.
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