Fuck The Facts
Disgorge Mexico

When Fuck The Facts decide to define their furious sonic creature as "bastardized grindcore," I advise you to believe them and not offer any form of verbal or ideological resistance, because if you unfortunately ever try to stand on the same plane of musical dialectics, you would end up devastated by a band ready to enter the Olympus of non-conformist and extreme sound of our days.

After a succession of self-produced works, hard to find, shared with an innumerable quantity of groups and anything else that served the Canadian formation to spread a sickly word starting from the last years of the past millennium, when guitarist Topon Das gave life to the machine (which landed at Relapse with the previous "Stigmata High-Five"), "Disgorge Mexico" brings to coagulation the best possible and imaginable of grind, noise rock, crust, death, post hardcore, jazz and even some trace of grunge-metal. All of this is interpreted with an obsessive violence, but in the hands of Fuck The Facts, it marries an approach on the verge of avant-garde, which makes the fourteen compositions as stimulating for the cerebral elaboration of the listener as for their own punitive subjugation. The reading of the material is not explicitly technical as often happens in the current scene among those who move in similar contexts, but the technique is used to produce a disorienting sound, where dissonances, heaviness, schizophrenia, gothic atmospheres, the voice of the "possessed" Mélanie Mongeon, a deviant groove, often challenging articulations, but finely chiseled and aimed at achieving the ultimate goal: the creation of a terrifyingly different album!