Condo Fucks sind Kid Condo (Gitarre), James McNew (Bass) and Georgia Condo (Schlagzeug). Und die Namen erinnern einen nicht nur zufällig an die der Bandmitglieder von Yo La Tengo, auf deren Album „I Can Hear The Heart Beating As One“ sie erstmalig erwähnt wurden. Es geht die Legende, dass dieses Trio vor allem in und um Connecticut seine größte Fangemeinde hat und genau dort auch am eifrigsten tourt. Nachdem sie nun gut 10 Jahre auf sich warten ließen, erfreuen sie uns jetzt mit einem Album, das ihre Spielfreude deutlich auf Plastikscheibe brennt: So garagenrocken sich die Drei mit dem hintergründigen Humor durch Klassiker der Rockgeschichte von den The Small Faces, Beach Boys, Troggs, Electric Eels, Richard Hell oder Slade. Ein wirklich grandioser Spaß, vor allem für Yo La Tengo Fans.
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One of the seminal bands on the Connecticut punk scene, New London's Condo Fucks could match any of their peers for sheer sneering attitude on their classic (if hopelessly obscure) albums Movin' In, Straight Outta Connecticut, and For Squatters Only. But despite their fearsome reputation, the Condo Fucks faded away rather than burning out in the mid-'80s, but in 2008 the band accepted an invitation to stage a surprise reunion show for the closing of the beloved New York City venue Magnetic Field. After the success of the gig, the Condo Fucks made a welcome return to the studio, but rather than re-record old favorites like "Fucking Gary Sandy," "I Hate Nutmeg," and "Hot Rails to Hartford" or struggle to write new songs that could match their power, the Condos opted to pay homage to their roots, cutting a set of covers that would honor their influences. Fuckbook reveals that the Condo Fucks haven't lost their spark after more than two decades out of action, and...OK, joke's over — while the people involved appear to have spent at least an hour creating a back story for this album, the truth is the Condo Fucks are the not-so-secret identity of Yo La Tengo, who bash through a wide-ranging set of covers on Fuckbook with a grimy attack that makes the Mummies sound like Genesis. Anyone expecting the sort of imagination and care Yo La Tengo put into their earlier (almost) all-covers album Fakebook will either be confused or appalled with the Condo Fucks, but there's a certain amount of purpose behind all the slop. Look past the low-tech one-take recording and the vocals that display more beer-enhanced confidence than skill and you'll discover that Yo La Tengo play this stuff with plenty of fire and a shade more skill than the gig necessarily requires, and they sure sound like they're having a great time tearing through the songbooks of Slade, Richard Hell, the Electric Eels, the Flamin' Groovies, and (of course) many more. If you were to see Yo La Tengo playing a house party where they decided to swan dive into a set of covers like a semi-inept garage band after a few too many cocktails, what you'd get would be the Condo Fucks, and Fuckbook shares that show with the world. It's as much of a prank as an album, but after over 20 years as one of America's most consistently rewarding indie rock acts, Yo La Tengo are entitled to a bit of fun, and Fuckbook is a dose of sloppy thunder that's a hoot if accepted in the proper spirit, and if nothing else it sure gives the Replacements' The Shit Hits the Fans a run for its money.
(by Mark Deming, All Music Guide)
