Bacon Fudge's Self Titled Album On Yippee Ki Yay Records - RAW - UNPROCESSED - NON CONTAMINATED GARAGE PUNK

Bacon Fudge churn out dirty blasting punk that fully encases you. The sound feels cavernous like you are in a hot sweaty brick building moshing away. The boot stomp of Low Run with double timed chunky ass bass barrels over you. Jay Birds still flails away wildly but seems more dancy like a more punkier White Fence. The lo-fi garage rock of Freeze with it's Black Sabbath-esque prog screams embryonic punk even down to the cymbals that sound like they may of been pulled out of the trash. Falling Down is equally (sonically) rough around the edges in the very best way.  It feels like the Kinks after a 5 day drug binge.

It Turns Slow feels like a 60's rock memory put through a Ramone-ish meets the Dead Kennedys filter. Charlie leans heavily in the Brit Punk arena. The fury on Oh My Mind which pulls the DNA from too many old school punks to mention is a train running off it's track. Perched smack dab in the middle of this maelstrom is Breathe which is surprisingly whimsical and twisted. It sounds like a drug infused lost track from some imaginary album made by a time machine transported Ty Segall and The Beatles.

Bacon Fudge's garage punk feels so raw that it feels pure, non contaminated, unprocessed, uncensored and about as real as you can get. Oh, and did I mention that Ben, Thomas and Willy are French? Yeah, this is Parisian Punk folks.

Yippee Ki Yay Records out of San Antonio, Texas kind of curated tracks from the bands past EP over the last couple of years and released the self titled cassette back in June of last year. It is worth hearing and supporting.
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Robb Donker