There’s a six-foot-two guru sitting in a chair knocking his bony knees together in rhythm, thumb-picking real Delta-style blues on an old Silvertone guitar.
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.
“I want to hear you beg!” roared the intro tape as the band began their crunching, mean, and snarling backdrop to the antics of Gen and her Genitorturers.
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.