November 12th, 2013 | Album reviews

Brock Potucek

In the Red

FUZZ kills—put that on a T-shirt, in a tattoo and at the end of a TV PSA where the camera pans over a bunch of schoolkids with fire shooting out their ears. You can really trust Ty Segall cuz when he put out his acoustic album Sleeper, he also put out this beast from beyond, in which he and Epsilons/Moonhearts pals Charlie and Roland shred like there’s no tomorrow and not much after 1974 or so, either. First song “Earthen Gates” is mellow, melodic and I’m sure much softer than you expected from a band named FUZZ in extremely implied all-caps, but that’s probably just there for legal reasons. (I’m sure there’s all kinds of regulations about exporting something that shreds too hard too soon.) Single “Sleigh Ride” is naturally where the albums starts moving—Bang/Pentagram vibes and even a “Summertime Blues” chugalong where you expect Ty et al to explain how they’re gonna raise a fuss. But instead: “Fear the sickness of isolation.” Five words, and the only three that matter are all crushing—that’s the plan for the rest of FUZZ, which is nothing but the heavy parts. (In fact, this might even be too ripping to be period accurate—instead, behold hesher prophecy fulfilled) Some parts fast, some slow, usually when you aren’t expecting it. “HazeMaze” has the Sir Lord Baltimore-y break in the middle that makes people lose their minds at shows, “Preacher” gets on a Karp vibe, I can’t remember what “Raise” did cuz by now I was in a riff coma and closer “One” annihilates from the first second and then just spirals off toward Vincebus Eruptum. (Also Sabbath vibes on this, but you knew that.) Get this album, forget all other albums. FUZZ speaks … to YOU!
Chris Ziegler