Reviews of Faith No More’s Sol Invictus have been almost universally positive in France, where reviews have mostly been in the specialist music and rock music press.
Here are our translations of some of the best of them:

Rock Hard

“The album is a return to basics. Sol Invictus could have appeared just before The Real Thing. We find here all the ingredients of the FNM recipe but the slow cooking allows us to find their true taste and the sauce does not puke everywhere.
Each song summarises an era of the band: Superhero and Black Friday bring us back to The Real Thing; Sunny Side Up carries the fingerprints of King for a Day, Separation Anxiety those of Album of the Year whereas Cone of Shame teleports us back to Angel Dust. As for Matador, it sums u the history of the group for itself. The total absence of an earworm can give Sol Invictus an austere appearance at first, but very quickly the diabolic science of the group has you humming non-stop at the essential melodies of Mike Patton at the top of his game and which insinuate into your sub-conscious. Forty little minutes of big music after 18 years of waiting: Faith No More have once more proved that they are rare and precious and more than ever the free spirit of very sure artistic choices. The leader of men.”



Rock and Folk

“It is quite magisterial and quite familiar. Fans can breathe and the others will appear validated and cry impossible kitsch. Too bad for them. On Sunny Side Up we swear that Patton sings these words “I’ll be your leprechaun” but nothing is less sure. No big deal, he advances always as a feline pervert: mischievous, seductive and deadly. The chorus is especially for stadiums and clubs. This is the power that this group has, which makes it so important, so different. Rise of the Fall is a walk from which we may never return and we don’t care. Motherfucker and its sardonic minimalism brings some required calm sure of its strength. Matador is a symphony which imploded. Lawrence of Arabia exploring the galaxy in a bathing suit. It is incredible. It is produced by Bill Gould, the ever-present, chubby bassist [sorry Bill! – admin]. Finally, a certainty, San Francisco is lucky.”



Hard Force

“Sol Invictus”. Insert CD, , play. The jaw drops. Neurons disconnect. Time stands still. An angel passes. A fly too. “Sol Invictus” is not the album that was expected. But what was expected? “Angel Dust,” “King For a Day …” or “Album Of The Year” are no more. If after 18 years the group kept its force, that is what surprises. Appeased, FAITH NO MORE remind us in ten tracks of everything they are not, and oh how those who claim their inheritance for many years have gone astray. The voice of Patton so emblematic is not the group’s pivot. FAITH NO MORE is definitely the band of Gould, founder member with Bordin and Bottum, who once again carried this new work at arm’s length.

“…40 small minutes during which the five musician survivors of Album Of The Year do does as is in their head, far away from fashion, etiquette and norms. The album opening with a quiet song and ending with a ballad of folk 60s sounds? And then! Only two songs are completely edgy (Superhero and Separation Anxiety), which however never approach a Caffeine or Ugly In The Morning. And then! The Motherfucker single is like nothing ?? AND THEN !!! Sunny Side Up is a small heady trifle, Cone Of Shame, Rise Of The Fall and Black Friday offer three daring versions of the same chaotic pattern that in many respects reminds at the margins of Patton with Tomahawk. “Matador”, meanwhile, is a little gem that summarizes the versatility, power and violence of these inimitable Californians. And that’s it. Too little after 18 years, certainly, but the essentials are there. With each play Sol Invictus reveals itself to be powerfully addictive and insidiously essential and brings together all the qualities to earn a prime place in the group’s discography.”

Core and Co

A very personally (and difficult top translate) review from Core and Co who give the album 8/10.

“Sol Invictus is super cam! So without even reading the rest of the article, you lazy bunch, you can sink to obtain this new delivery from Pattonland without fear of placing your savings in a lost cause. Still, careful to not be too hard on the noggin: we must learn to be patient and wait the necessary time before this opus deigns to deliver its full aroma. It gradually – but relentlessly – digs its way to our little rocker heart.”

Sleaze this City

Another detailed review and a 9/10 score from Sleaze this City which argues throughout that the album requires repeat listens and offers food for years for fans. They say:

“More than ever this album requires a great intellectual effort to learn all its contours and believe me, even after 5-6 listens, I am far from appreciating one-quarter of it. But if you were, and are always, a fan of FAITH NO MORE “easy listening” (although I do not see how it is possible to skim their music), this album is likely to make you fade and flee.”