Careening out the ashtray like a phoenix terrified of losing it's edge, Post-Whatever band FUULS establishes their panicked dynamism through metempsychosis. The boys went soul searching and have returned to offer a beehive of pissed off notes and sweet existential nothings.
"These are tight songs with unpredictable transitions. Cornelius plays quick, searing guitar solos while Cave swaggers around his corner of the stage and Soria’s long black hair whips through the air while he batters his bright green drum set." "Sometimes they sound like a psychedelic Rolling Stones—spacey and strutting—but with more poetic lyrics."
Erika Fredrickson // Missoula Independent
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