This came out in 2003 – or at least that’s when I got it. Here’s what I said about it back then (with some minor editing):
When a cookie-cutter nü-metal foursome like Godsmack choose Faceless for the title of their third soundalike slab of cliche-riddled grudge-rock, they’re either being sarcastic, ironic, gutsy or just plain stupid. Perhaps only singer Sully Erna and co. know which one.
All I can tell you is that they aren’t liars. From the barking, expletive-laced fury of Erna’s moronically hate-filled lyrics — one song is actually titled I F****** Hate You — to the detuned, chugging aggression of the guitars and the relentless pound-pound-pounding of the drums (except, of course, in the traditional acoustic-guitar closing ballad), Faceless is one of the most mindless, lifeless and soulless albums we’ve had the displeasure of listening to this year.
