This one ainât clean. Donât expect it to be. I Like It sounds like the floor of a rehearsal room – beer-soaked carpet, wires tangled around old boots, tube amps humming like pissed-off hornets. Sardiniaâs Fuzzriders donât do subtle, and thank whatever’s left of your hearing for that.
Stoner rock, fuzz rock, whatever – you know the type. Mid-tempo, head-down, riffs for days. But thereâs a difference between bands that ape the sound and bands that live in it. Fuzzriders are the latter. Theyâre not playing stoner rock, they are stoner rock-smoke, oil, and tape hiss ground into the grooves.
This ainât the desert. This is island fuzz. Sun-baked and cracked, but coastal-salt instead of sand. The tones are thick, ugly, beautiful. Guitars sound like someone screaming through a wall of Orange stacks. Bass sits low and wide, shaking the floorboards. Drums donât bother being clever, they just hit. Vocals drift in and out like a guy yelling through the practice space door while lighting a cigarette. You donât need lyrics. You feel the intent.
The whole thing feels impatient, like they barely wanted to stop long enough to record it. Thatâs a good thing. It’s raw, but not lazy-tight enough to rip, loose enough to breathe. Feels more like catching a live set in some backroom bar where the PAâs blown out and everyoneâs nodding the same direction.
No ballads. No breaks. Just fuzz, and more fuzz. Itâs not complicated, and thatâs the point. You donât overthink a riff like this – you ride it until your neck hurts.
They called the album I Like It. Ballsy, but fair. Theyâre not asking if you do. They already know they do. And if youâve ever lost a night to a record with more grit than melody, more groove than polish – chances are youâll like it too.
Not reinventing anything. Just setting it on fire and watching it burn.
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Released by Electric Valley Records on June 6, 2025
