THE TOTEM IS STRONG
The Fucking Eagles are a mutant collective of contentious quality that proffer the new old-timey in sweaty, party-centric fashion. Posing interlopers, hack-happy chancers. Self-aware maladroits ghost-smithing varied scraps + hooks yoinked from a dusty American R&R narrative to scratch out a shameless howl & dumb wholly steeped in barren third-world city sophisticrap affectations. Starting as the un-funniest of jokes in 2005 in the arsenic drenched, barren landscapes and history-heavy bar back-rooms of industrial old town Tacoma, Washington and imbibed on shared no-lifetimes of toxic smelter air and Roslie ghost stories, the sextet seek to serve up all that smoky sweet raw-packed haunted-city ware in loud, can't danceable, junk soul form.