The first note hits, and the room smells of damp wood and a faint electric hum. Faces creeps in slowly, sticky in the air, settling into corners before you even notice. Zombie Eater have spent years in Helsinki basements and German backrooms, and you can hear the floors sagging under the weight, the lights flickering, the air carrying dust and sweat, all pressed into the sound.
Riffs wind around each other, sometimes slow, almost stopping, then snapping sharply enough to rattle floorboards or stir the air. Bass hums low, droning, wobbling, uneven. Drums hit irregularly, landing where they want. Vocals twist through the instruments, rough, jagged, sometimes hard to catch, sometimes coming clear enough to make you lean closer. Somewhere in the mix, you can feel a swampy drag, a gutter buzz, a lazy roll – reminders of other bands, but all twisted through cold rooms, uneven and crooked, bent to the band’s own shape.
Recorded live, the album holds the friction of cramped, humid spaces. Amps cough, cymbals clash, notes smear together in ways that make you turn your head. Plotkin’s mastering sharpens some edges here and there but leaves the rest rough, letting the sound breathe and twist in the empty spaces. Moments appear that surprise, shift, or jar; nothing stays tidy.
ZZ Top’s “El Diablo” enters slow and fuzzy, flattened, dragging out the swagger of the original until it is something new, something odd, sticking out in the middle of the mix, both familiar and strange. You notice it more on each play.
Faces moves heavy, stubborn, uneven, carrying the feel of the rooms it was made in. Low ceilings, vibrating floors, air that smells faintly of solder and sweat. The record doesn’t ask for attention. It simply exists, loud, solid, and stubborn, left in the corners the band has claimed.
Here we go with the exlusive album premiere:
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Released by Argonauta Records on September 26, 2025
Music source for review – Grand Sounds PR
