The Fucking Champs

• IV [Drag City, 2000] C

Consumer Guide Reviews:

IV [Drag City, 2000]
"Now you remember that this is why you loved music in the first place, a love that was without irony, pretense, or posing," declare the postpostrockers as they pursue their lost youths--youths they spent writing the names of hair bands on homeroom desks. This is the essence of those bands, they claim, re-created "with taste, competence, and as kick-assedly as can be." No singers, songs, or blooze to speak of. No solos either. Compositions! And intros aplenty--nay, fanfares, overtures. In short, the true metal--classical music for dummies. I knew it. I always knew it. C