![]() Yeah, Faceless Burial is still a three-piece, but that doesn’t stop them from achieving harmonic overload, whether by guitarist Füj’s smartly placed overdubs or entwined bass (Alex Macfarlane) and guitar chiseling. Wisely, then, Faceless Burial enlists again audio engineer Pete deBoer, whose production credits include the like-minded (if not more cosmically oriented) Blood Incantation albums, to chisel space and lightning through mix and master into the steel-reinforced slabs that this fearsome trio threatens to tear down with each passing note. Heck, there might have been some days back in 2020 when I might have said that I didn’t even like it, but my enjoyment aside, it’s hard to argue that the act didn’t distill lethal doses of Neanderthal pit-chuggery into a slobbering mass of gnarled riffs and dripping gurgles. I’ll let you in on a little secret, though, that may not entirely surprise some of you: I didn’t love Speciation. Progression is the name of the game here, and Faceless Burial knows no other path but forward. If you were expecting the same album over again, you’ll be sorely disappointed. ![]() Safe to say, these Aussies love metal, and metal loves them right back. ![]() Still, at its core, Foothills digs deeper into the band’s calculated but chaotic leanings, yet, true to their inspiration of olde, this means we’re looking at acts like late Death and Anata as melodic guides against the modern urge to breakdown and slam. But speed does not a knockout make, nimbleness and timing can go a long way. At the Foothills of Deliration makes Speciation feel lethargic. However, I do not regret to inform you that Faceless Burial has once again put out an onslaught of elder-inspired, tech/prog leaning brutality that absolutely should bludgeon your earholes. I regret to inform you all that I am not Kronos.
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