You may be hard pressed to find an album as eclectic in sound and mood as Fuck's latest release, Those Are Not My Bongos. In about 42 minutes of music, Fuck burns through 16 songs, zigzagging across many musical genres. The opening track "Motherfuckeroos" is a light-hearted song that starts with a divine baritone asking "does the penis offend you?" with a harp strumming in the background, then breaks into a sing-along melody that I would suggest putting on your young nephew's mix tape if it didn't open with a gentle voice singing "hey you motherfuckers." Later, Fuck goes lo-fi and minimalist, with tracks such as "Her Plastic Acupuncture Foot," a beautifully quaint love song, and "A Conversation," a slow, dark song with the eerie sounds of a subway terminal in the background. Those Are Not My Bongos also includes the free-style jazz bit "Jazz Idiodyssey," the avant-garde track "Olives vs. Cherries," and the indie-rock song "Hideout" that those hipsters on the iPod commercials would just love. But while Fuck shows they are able to write quality songs in all these different styles and moods, they are not consistent in doing so and were far too liberal when deciding which songs to put on this album. All too often, Those Are Not My Bongos is brought to a stand still by songs that are excruciatingly boring. "Vegas," "A Vow," and "Table" are a few of the worst cases. These songs, unfortunately, seriously debilitate an otherwise enjoyable album. There's always the skip button, but I wish Fuck had done that for us.
1. Motherfuckeroos
2. No Longer Whistler's Dream Date
3. Firing Squad
4. Jazz Idiodyssey
5. Her Plastic Acupuncture Foot
6. Vegas
7. Hulk Baby
8. A Conversation
9. A Vow
10. Hideout
11. Table
12. Olives vs Cherries
13. Nowhen, or "now, hen"
14. Good Eavnin'
15. How to Say
16. The Sandy Man's Name is not "Sandy"
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