Labels: Lovitt
Review by: Kunal Nandi
I mean, I like wanking as much as the next pervert, but listening to someone do it over an instrument is not my idea of a good, or even mediocre, time. Fin Fang Foom (a name almost as shite as Small Brown Bike) certainly play around with texture, structure and the condition of moods on here, but the amount of wibbling going on here is almost epic, with nary a bar-chord to be heard. Not for Good Clean Fun fans then. Actually, I don’t know who would like this – June of ’44 fans perhaps?
It is quite easy to identify the influences. Songs will come to a standstill whilst the band attempt some full-on Don Caballero-style widdling, which is to only be admired. There’s some very incongruous MOR piano ballad stuff that would make even Celine Dion sit up and say “Cripes that’s a bit overblown innit?” The singer has an impressive set of pipes, and sounds like Boilermaker’s Terrin Durfey when singing, and like Boilermaker’s Terrin Durfey in pain when screaming. It’s all unique, which counts for a lot in these days of extreme experimentation. However, they have melody problems, in that when they try to use them, they’re not very good, and when they don’t, I get the sneaking suspicion that some musicians are laughing at me. But then I get that all the time.
So there you go. Pretty good really. Thanks.