Vinyl edition limited to 1000 copies.
On his first solo album, Tobacco explores a darker, starker, and altogether more badass dimension of his complex vision. With his group, Black Moth Super Rainbow, Tobacco distinguishes himself as a master of jagged beats, glowing melodies, and pronounced tension. This time, he works alone, in rural Pennsylvania, away from conventions and interference.
As always, Tobacco recorded Fucked Up Friends using analog synths and tape machines, which gives his work a timeless distance from digital pop music at large. His tracks evoke sonar, Mellotrons, and deteriorating cassette tapes; his windshield-rattling beats thump hard against their technological limitations; his hooks emerge from thick ponds of distortion, which heightens their hypnotic power. Fucked Up Friends is equally cosmopolitan and self-contained, the soundtrack for an imaginary underwater cop show, a welcome stranger anywhere in time and space.
Tobacco creates unique, compelling pop from the power and constrictions of his available technology; it is at once buoyant, danceable, and unmistakably eerie. He plays "lo-fi" for high yields, and gives his simplest constructions a powerful dramatic sweep. He makes music with suave passion, burning vitality and cinematic depth. And he never stops searching for the perfect beat.
At times, such as on the sunny celebration "Hairy Candy," Fucked Up Friends recalls Black Moth Super Rainbow's woozy daydreams. But, taken as a whole, it's much more sinister. This album is anxiously driven, effortlessly smooth, and unapologetically uncanny. These tracks stick in one's head like a crooked get-rich-quick scheme. "Hawker Boat" and "Dirt" (featuring Aesop Rock) strain stadium-rock grandeur through a dirty filter and serve it with rocks and salt. "Side 8 (Big Gums Version)," "Backwoods Altar," and "Get My Nails Did" slowly expose a deep menace beneath their enticing rhythms.
Fucked Up Friends defies all expectations, rocks the boombox, and casts a menacing, irresistible spell. It bleeds under a blacklight. It knows where you live.
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