Standard ’80s rock juiced with ’90s punk sarcasm and energy, broken into 12 songs littered with hooks, humor, sneering, bubblegum, and junk culture overload.
Three people yell, two play bass, two play guitar, two play drums, all make nonsensical statements to the press as to the underlying meaning of existence.
A solid foundation of alternative power pop, Fudge fine-tunes the strong melodies, spacey noise transitions, and garage punk in a 30 minute, 11 song disc.
Taking a nice little band like Napalm Death and mutate with Scatterbrain (and put Pro Pain’s vocalist up front) and there you have it. Call it weirdcore.