Did you go to high school in the mid-to-late ‘90s? Was your institution home to a token “punk” outfit? Did its members wear too-big trench- coats and smoke cigarettes in the parking lot? If not, don’t worry. Fugue is that band. The only reason to listen to this one would be if they were playing at lunch and you didn’t have anything better to do but listen to their pain and angst while chowing down on the PB&J sandwich your mom packed for you.
–Alanna Why (Avocado, avocadorecords.blogspot.ca / Mountain Man, mountainmanrecords.com)