Do you ever hear a person’s voice and feel compelled to rip out that person’s throat and inspect it with one of those eyepieces jewelers use to spot flaws in diamonds? That’s what I want to do when I hear the singer of the Fuddyduddys. Until I can actually see with my own eyes that there’s not a tiny leech-like alien hidden in there somewhere making the high-pitched, ultra-grating vocals coming out of this tape, I refuse to believe it is the product of a human being. This tape must be an alien artifact.
–mp (Dead Broke)