Oh, exactly what the hell am I on about

Oh, exactly what the hell am I on about

Though the vibrant exuberance that taken her Condo Fucks town Rockers EP and high water level Straight Outta Connecticut to modern-classic standing in their mid-1990s heyday has grown to be significantly muted, Fuckbook, the newest LP from brand new London, Conn., trio the Condo Fucks is however the seasoned band’s peak. Fuckbook is actually, despite outward appearances, the new record by Yo La Tengo. Nevertheless the bait-and-switch happens slightly deeper than pseudonym, by itself a (quite amusing!) dozen-year-old joke through the booklet of the musical organization’s 1997 work i will Hear one’s heart Beating jointly. Read, Fuckbook was a covers record, further therefore than 1990’s Fakebook (thus concludes the gag percentage of our regimen).

This gnarly, live-in-a-room noise actually unmatched: You could conveniently cherrypick twelve likewise scuzzy rockers through the earlier four to five Yo La Tengo data proper, albeit with a typically higher creation standard

Yo La Tengo mention about so many situations inside their songs with different degrees of achievement; the Condo Fucks, however, best carry out the any: Fuckbook collects 11 mostly garage-borne rockers from the wants with the Troggs, Slade, the Kinks, Richard Hell, among others and, from the sounds of factors, runs ’em during a shredder. Continue reading “Oh, exactly what the hell am I on about”