R-I-F-F in all caps probably best describes this record, which steers clear of the garage, and instead shoots for the spaced-out proto-metal of Pentagram and Sir Lord Baltimore.
The band is obviously very good at delivering infectious hooks with muscle and soul, but those moments only pop if there's a control in place to offset the heavier stuff.
They have a connection, that much is clear, but don’t mistake this for something careless. In actuality, it’s effortless. A smooth combination of songcraft, playing ability, and fearless joy.
The main success of a band connected to Segall's enormous musical personality is to not be overwhelmed or outshined by it, and in its best moments, Fuzz will have listeners forgetting Segall is part of the equation at all, the album's brooding heaviness more immediately moving than any of his distinctive sonic ticks.
The band’s self-titled record showcases Segall’s falsetto stylings over a stoner metal symphony, the prolific one taking on a different role, as the group’s drummer.
It flat-out reeks of authenticity, and if you don’t know what authenticity smells like, it’s only because FUZZ is still holding in the smoke.
One of my favorite Ty seagull related albums.love how heavy this album can be sometimes
Favorite song : what’s in my head
1 | Earthen Gate 5:00 | 100 |
2 | Sleigh Ride 3:11 | 85 |
3 | What's in My Head? 3:54 | 100 |
4 | Hazemaze 5:50 | 100 |
5 | Loose Sutures 6:12 | 100 |
6 | Preacher 2:20 | 85 |
7 | Raise 3:43 | 80 |
8 | 1 6:05 | 100 |
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