Ottawa grind machine Fuck the Facts hasn't released new material since 2011's double-dose of Misery and Die Miserable. But those records haven't gotten stale: Both warp the grindcore mold, documenting Fuck the Facts' restless creativity and pan-metallic embrace. In their comfort zone, Fuck the Facts sprint nimbly though minefields of blast-beats, holding their own against genre standard-bearers such as Napalm Death and Pig Destroyer. But that's only one side of this band: Elsewhere, FTF diverts the assault into surging rushes that would please fans of early Baroness, pensive tension-builders indebted to '90s hardcore, and enough time-shifting to excite the most analytical tech-death aficionado. —Bryan C. Reed