Nothing Positive, Only Negative
· A gross name for a great band that gives you seven reasons to get a sore neck.
Facedowninshit hung around on the fringes of the underground metal scene for years, releasing three albums independently before Relapse picked them up for their latest, Nothing Positive, Only Negative. The group tread a path similar to other titans of creeping doom, like the Melvins, Eyehategod, Cavity and (obviously) Black Sabbath, mixing sluggish riffing with iron-fisted drumming and the hoarse, choked vocals of Jason Crumer and Waylon "theres no way that can be his real name, is there?" Riffs.
For the most part Nothing Positive, Only Negative is a no-holds-barred sludgefest, with little in the way of dynamics or subtlety to augment Facedowninshits relentless bashing and dirty blues phrases. But look closely enough and the groups distinctness is revealed in the details the nearly buried tambourine on "Association of Known Undesirables," the abrupt tempo changes and odd timing on "Plasma Center Blues," the surf-rock guitar outro to "Fucked" or the near-solos Jason Crumer occasionally coaxes from his fretboard, sweating technique but never showing off.
The album wont change anyones mind about sludge metal, misanthropy or disgusting band names, but if youve already blown those doors wide open, here are seven reasons to give yourself a sore neck.