Limited vinyl LP pressing. For Fuck's 1996 sophomore release, the band got sophomoric: the playing got more playful, and the lyrics got more nonsensical. Yet, from late-night confessional Swinger to the bare-boned sigh of Whimper and Cry, the band still embraces languor and melancholia. Unlike the band's even-handed debut album, Pretty... Slow, this batch of songs careens multi-directionally- toy piano and baby grand! Rococo pops, Tired rocks, Loosened Mind? ups the weird, and Talent, OR goes full CinemaScope. From realizing I am almost like a girl to the hope that black and white will soon be brown and gold on their ode to Neil Young (Ballet High), the future of identity politics is nailed in 2:27. Think Jonathan Richman's whimsical sincerity battling the obfuscation of Erik Satie: Baby Loves A Funny Bunny imbues both yin and yang. Schizo? Maybe. Let's call it delightfully unpredictable.
