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LOW STOCK LEVEL
1-2 Weeks
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ARTIST
TITLE
Fuzzy Eggs, Please
FORMAT
LP
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STR 071LP
STR 071LP
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RELEASE DATE
11/15/2024
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Vinyl limited to 300 copies. White with red streaks. Golden-era of kinked, acid-hued, analogue, harmonic song writing sits at the heart of The Eggmen Whoooooo!'s first, mind-bending, full-length album. Two-decades of meandering musicality fans the embers of cult Welsh legends, El Goodo, glowing beneath Benedict Frye's latest bakeries of sound. Whisking effervescence and color into the flat glass of soda of mundane middle age, the former El Goodo pace-setter has gathered a band of five other, talented souls and asks the jittery cut of sparking psych to lead the charge for the band's debut album, Fuzzy Eggs, Please. Almost a full two decades since El Goodo rose to an elevated position amongst discerning music-lovers as consorts to, support act beneath and studio collaborators with Super Furry Animals, and a full four years since the final act of the departed band (their last, acclaimed studio album, Zombie) a tapestry of distinctly and brilliantly odd songs scrambles from the heart of the Welsh hills. Transplanted into the chest cavity of a new, stage-ready six-headed creature, what awakes is a new beast of valve amp and feedback-fueled splendor. All ten songs, recorded in mountainous seclusion in Carmarthenshire with producer, Thighpaulsandra (Spiritualized, Tim Burgess), have clustered in strange harmony on The Eggmen Whoooooo!'s very first, perfectly imperfect album. Formed in a lightning strike of inspiration by prolific, remote South Wales-based keeper of various musical flames, Benedict E Frye, The Eggmen Whoooooo! finds members of kindred, Welsh musical spirits, El Goodo, Los Blancos, and Trecco Beis, joining hands and overloading studio plug sockets in a display of unchallenged creative hubris. With nobody to please but themselves, the six-piece's indulgence in sounds straddles sun-licked Californian harmonies and the torn-sneakered snottiness of New York punk making for thrilling sonic schizophrenia with only their own record collections occasionally poached.
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