Obituary: The Fucks

In a world where any self respecting young man can expect to get a weekly barrage of friend requests from no end of tawdry Myspace bands/singer-songwriters/knob jockeys (no names, but deep down, in the quiet moments, they know who they are), it pains me when someone doing something good stops doing it.

The Fucks have stopped doing it, and this pains me.

This pains me, because:

Any band that can use the demo from a late 80s Yamaha keyboard as the basis of a song and actually get away with it, deserve a few caps doffed in their direction. The Fucks were such a band.

Any band that prefers casiotone drumbeats and shonky synths to the real thing, and then actually get away with it, deserve a hearty toast at their wake. The Fucks were such a band.

Any band that features two singers wailing away like the male and female twin offspring of Janis Joplin and Jimmy Somerville, deserve an obituary at the very least. The Fucks were such a band.

In summary - truly, they take the good ones young. For shame.

Hear more and pay your respects at their Myspace, which continues in their absence, and occasionally throws up the odd tale of their future endeavours. We wait, and we hope, and while we wait and hope, we delete friend requests from twot knockers, in memory of The Fucks.

Amen to that, my children. Amen.

The Fucks - Alright, Alright

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