Fartbarf is taking unsuspecting fans by storm. For instance, aside from Official Throng Members, everyone was at Brixton last night to see heavy metal; however, everyone was unexpectedly Fartbarfed. Their music is challenging to describe, their presence difficult to accept, their minds impossible to understand, but they’re an undeniably extremely high energy, ridiculously fun band. Fartbarf virgins aren’t sure what to make of the spectacle, but they cannot resist succumbing to the laughter that comes with realizing they’re witnessing something exceptionally unique, refreshing, and damn good. There were many faces in the crowd at Brixton wearing dumbfounded expressions that said, “What is happening to me right now, what is happening on the stage, and why do I love it so much?”
When the sound girl said All Systems Go, Fartbarf launched an impressive show of perfection this lovely friday night. They even took a step away from their usual orange NASA fatigues and into formal white suits for the occasion. (The drummer’s monkey mask still retained it’s dreadlocks though.) The crazy apemen took their audience on an electro-dance-rock journey through time, space, and video games. From one moment to the next, people found themselves rocking their brains out, then tripping out, then freaking out, and then begging for more.
Fartbarf is such a roots, punk band, whether they’re playing moogs and drum machines or not. They’re in it for the good time, uncaring without expectation of whether anyone will like what they’re doing or not. They’re incredibly modest about their talent, and good humored. It’s as if they don’t even take themselves serious enough to understand how anyone else could. Fartbarf is no longer coming: they’re here: they are going places, and Dirty Hippie Radio is proud to be at the forefront of The Throng.
~Dirty Jeff
