Guitarist Eric Masunaga reminded me of Thurston Moore as he seemed to get lost in his own distortion, and would then quickly change over to a mammoth groove.
Starting with “Copsucker,” a fast-paced ditty highlighted by Joan Wasser’s maniacal screaming, the band mixed material from the new album with old faves.
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.