Fluffy
Go Fluffy Go
Reviewed by Doug Van Pelt
With this, Fluffy's second album, we find Fluffy a real band (almost) and a real album. If you live in an apartment and you're interested in grunging all your neighbors away, this is a good album to do it with. This disc contains a large dose of Southern Californian angst, coming off as a release of pent up frustration in the form of loud, distorted guitars and "anyone can do this" vocals. "Little Finger Eye" starts things off with a cool psychedelic groove complete with droning vocals and a few Mike Knott-ish "I really mean this" vocal screams. Is this nebulous song about the "magical" small finger that appears in front of your eyes when you place both your index fingers about an inch apart in front of your face? (hmm) Quite a bit of the material here (12 songs in all) is of the surf/post-punk/grunge variety a la The Lifesavers. The "Little Finger Eye Coda" closes the album with the same sentiments. The best cut is probably "Traci," with its feedbacking guitars and surfing drum sound. Other songs of note include: "Hulaville," lamenting "my baby left me (and) she took the tv;" and, believe it or not, Fluffy does a cover of Rick Springfield's "Jessie's Girl," done with all the reverence to the teen pop star of tongue wagging. The heaviest and most chaotic tune is definitely "Crystal," with its speedy guitar riffing, while the follow-up tune, "White Trash," bemoans how "God's gonna getcha!" Interesting message, eh? While Fluffy's "Go Fluffy, Go" album won't make every metal aficionado's playlist, they've certainly at least created a listenable project, which is more than The Fluff's first album "Fluffy Loves You" can boast. It's somewhat sloppy and self-indulgent music (it really is art!), but hey! if Nirvana can get away with it, then why not Fluffy?