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I make social subtractions. I cumulate the awkward, the occasions. Equation, the lone soldier. Unnamed, anonymous, faceless in the crowd. And my passion for control, my love affair with steel. In this unstable narrow circle drawn at the limit of my insecurity, I have a space, secluded, where I stand in strength. I have control and define all variables. I play God. My only kingdom, my lonely. And this profound level of unworthiness has triggered my social disconnection. My last physical presence. My now absence.
At that moment, I laid my eyes on her. Captured in this still portrait, glooming out of the frame, glooming. Her frail body holding the weight of a war based life journey. And the few lines next to the image, retracing her path. A few sentences filled with losses and grief. The burden of her story, my own conception of misery has suffered the impact. The weight of my worries fading with the shame of owning any thoughts of self pity. As I walk away, an illusionary personal experience reaches its end. We are back to strangers. By the end of my day, this short moment might get lost under any abrupt meaningless worry. She will remain still. I know. Another person will stop by her. I know.
The atmosphere has just bent into dark. In this deep silence, we share a loss, in a truthful sadness. Fully aware that we aren’t prepared for the desolation we foresee. Our awkward presence, entrance. And this immaculate building. I can’t belong in this impeccable mourning suite. The discomfort we feel stresses the reason of our presence here. And you rest. You don’t appear so peaceful. I am trying to accept this variation of you within my glowing memories. Adieu, dear friend. Our profound respect to everything you are.


7" vinyl limited to 500 copies (400 black & 100 clear). SOLD OUT.


released February 28, 2010

Fuck The Facts 'Unnamed':
Topon Das - guitar
Mel Mongeon - vocals
Mathieu Vilandre - drums, guitar
Marc Bourgon - bass, vocals

Additional musicians:
Johnny Ibay - guitar solo on 'Unnamed'
Matt Connell - vocals on Doghead

All Music & Lyrics by Fuck The Facts

Drums recorded November 15th 2009 @ Raven Street Studios (Ottawa, ON) by Dave Sarazin

Matt’s vocals recorded November 2009 @ Frozen Solid Studio (Guelph, ON) by Matt Connell

Guitar, Bass & Vocals recorded November 16th – 28th 2009 @ Super Pro Studio (Gatineau, QC) by Fuck The Facts

Mixed December 2009 @ CB Audio (Winnipeg, MB) by Craig Boychuk

Mastered December 2009 @ West West Side Music by Alan Douches (New Windsor, NY)

Artwork & Design by Melanie Mongeon



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Canadian Bastardized Grindcore.

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