There is no escape from the decimation of Faceless Burial’s impenetrable new album, At The Foothills of Deliration. It’s fitting that an album title that alludes to losing your mind is able to bend, contort, and utterly obliterate our senses through the sheer dexterity of the band’s brutal riffs and earthquaking rhythms. Released via Dark Descent Records (Malignant Altar, Vacuous, Imprecation), there’s a great balance to Faceless Burial’s brand of classic death metal, as the band give weight to the low end by offering an onslaught of ear bleeding solos, weaving texture into the eternal darkness. Their latest album is unrelenting but it’s the ever shifting nature of their progressions and combustible drum fills that really set the trio apart. The musicianship is otherworldly, with a scourge of impeccable technicality (Max Kohane’s drumming is in a league of its own) that pays service to the songs, steering away from “tech death” clinicality. Faceless Burial latest embraces the rawness and guttural tension of primal death metal with an urge to obliterate repetition in favor of a constant state of flux. - DG