Sometimes there isn’t music ugly enough to tell you how you feel.

Of course, by ugly, that doesn’t mean a withered hand chopping out power chords with someone singing who makes Thom Yorke look like Mr Universe. No, we’re talking about No Fi.

Absolutely zero in terms of fidelity means checking out the skuzz-pop of Mazes who record their music through the speakers on their telly.

The sound that Mazes seem to be gunning for is the sound of someone taping over something that was taped over something that was taped over… until you end up with a refried version of Pavement. The sounds are more bleached out than a Boards of Canada record that’s been left on a beach for a fortnight. Serious. This is the sound of fuzz, applied to everything.

Yet weirdly, it still works. The tunes are tuneful enough to cut through the scum and leave you with the sound of an American college rock band rehearsing in your loft after they’d stolen all your LPs by The Fall. With a twist of Teenage Fanclub. Very little is known about the band themselves, other than the fact that they’ve got a 45 out (available from Sex Is Disgusting) and that they’ve been attracting the attentions of some well respected people in the music industry. Fuzz is the future it seems.

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