FOPS Say Yeth Yeth Yeth

FOPS have clearly been buried in their old collection of 4ad, Cherry Red, and Blanco y Negro Records a bit longer than is recommended. Their album
Yeth, Yeth, Yeth is a strange amalgamation of gothy overtones, distorted melodies, found sounds, and classic 80's disturbo pop. Surprisingly it's really quite good and buried underneath the hack saw's, drawn out vocals, and broken guitar amps is a sub Jesus and Mary Chain racket dressed in all black. Yeth, Yeth, Yeth might scare the living heck out of you but you'll have fun running to hide from it and my guess is that's exactly what FOPS was hoping for.

Jumping between strange nearly atonal synth pop, guitar wipe outs of the broken kind, and hooks buried in places you would never think to look, Yeth, Yeth, Yeth slowly lures you in like...a vampiric musical entity granting you eternal life you are free to be mesmerized by the strange left-field pseudo pop FOPS creates. This is the sound of foggy landscapes and cloudy mornings. It's not necessarily happy, but it's not quite manically depressed stuff either...there actually is a sense of hope here and when the choruses and hooks grab you they take hold and reinforce this. Yeth, Yeth, Yeth is a great listen simply because of how darkly disturbing this record really is while somehow maintaining a small respectable amount of pop sensibility.

This is not your typical goth record nor is it your bog standard art pop recrod, instead FOPS have created a cross genre monster that lurks in the shadows hoping to possess unsuspecting listeners. Once FOPS has you, they've won because Yeth, Yeth, Yeth will cast it's dark charms over you in a swirly, noisy, and riveting blast of pop that's not been heard since Xmal Deutchland walked the earth.