Whoa. Can you get any lower-fi than the lowest lo-fi? One man ventured to find out for himself. Ah Fuck is the preferred pseudonym for a truly singular individual (né: ???) from Los Angeles. Upon first listen, Alone in a Cusp is a pretty unremarkable EP. Its seven songs are skeletal in their instrumentation, sporadically sprinkled with a spattering of lyrics, and hooks are hard to come by. The songman could instead be called a sound sculptor; between songs, Ah Fuck specializes in shaping mountainous piles of reverb, street sounds, and sound bites. Somehow this EP reminds me of the soundtrack to the Fugazi documentary, Instrument—heavy on the experimentation and light on structure. Though the vocals are spider web-thin and the guitar melody often gets lost in the wake of its own reverb, there’s something—a certain je ne sais quoi—about Alone in a Cusp that I really, really dig. Think I’ll go back for seconds. –Simone Carter (Self-released, ahfuck.bandcamp.com)