Greatest Hits

Limber up those fingers, put the headphones on and set up the full-length mirror, because you're about to blow the world away with your amazing air-guitar acrobatics thanks to the axe-mastery and mayhem of The Fucking Champs.

Largely instrumental, 'Greatest Hit' is a combination of The Fucking Champs releases I-V. Definitely not a metal group, The Fucking Champs alternates between 'lets-squeeze-every-Queen-riff-into-one-song' rockers, ultra pretentious, mellotron-laden space-outs and strange attempts to outdo Billy Gibbons' after-school-special-of-the-extreme-future-sequencing. In short, there are guitars. Lots of them. And loud. No… louder…

For those of you who have been around the block a couple of times, The Fucking Champs take you to a time when things were simpler. Listen to 'Greatest Hits' and you'll ride the gleaming metallic waves of their relentlessly riffing guitars, which once upon a time inspired the carving of those hair-band names into your desk at school. Laugh in the face of authority once more as you remember that this is why you loved music in the first place… a love that was without irony, pretence or posing. This is the logical growth of that music, done with taste, competence and as kick-assedly as can be. The Darkness who?

That is what you get with The Fucking Champs. A much-needed ass-whooping, from music that defies society, pop culture and gravity by not making it faster, harder or by wearing crazy masks… just by making it plain fucking better.