Fuzz - Fuzz

There's something appeallingly grubby about the LP, an earthy sound that is suited to skulking round back alleys; you know, morose, a bit chippy but with a hell of a lot of front.

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Oh deary, deary me, months late with the Fuzz review, how will I live with myself? Well, I suppose I can live with myself, and I'm sure Ty Segal won't give a shit about my tardiness, after all what's one more small time provincial reviewer saying how ace this record is when there are so many others doing similar? For  my part I blame this record for the slacker work ethic, as  the slow burning nature of the music somehow induces a shedload of complicit lethargy in me; even if it has been soundtracking Incendiary's "domestic movements" for quite some time now. We recommend you play it whilst ironing. It's like a nice old jumper that you can't really bother looking after but carry on wearing when cleaning out the gutter.
So, we're comfortable with this record. Not a very rawk thing to say, but then.... Even when things burn up like on Sleigh Ride or Hazemaze, the vibe is essentially supine. But that's not faint praise far from it. The way What's In My Head rips off the Quo's Pictures of Matchstick Men chord run and then kicks it into another, scruffier back yard is fabulously blank. You can't really conjure up imaginative mind maps or any creative energy here, rather the sound drags you into some desensitization chamber where you just meekly lap up the noise on offer. But fine; there's something appeallingly grubby about the LP, an earthy sound that is suited to skulking round back alleys; you know, morose, a bit chippy but with a hell of a lot of front. This is best heard in Loose Sutures, which is such a great hip-shaking pop track; a massive, growling beast that slithers down from the hills to slake its thirst in town. Things do get more furry freaked by the end too; Raise and One really kicking off to good effect. And yeah, it's just great to listen in to the pyrotechnics on offer and crack open a bottle of beer. Why worry if this record is just about enjoying the  animal comfort of loud fuzzy gutars, with no recourse to anything else? It does its job to formidable effect.
Highly recommended but you already know this.