Mr Fungus

Mr Fungus
Make My Day

You could be forgiven for thinking that, with a name like Mr Fungus, a new antibacterial bubble bath for grubby kids had just been launched onto the market. Well, not really as, while Mr Fungus’s debut single ‘Make My day’ may well be a tub load of fun, there is certainly no hint of cleanliness or purity, just three tracks of downright dirty, tongue in cheek, rock ‘n’ roll.

‘Make My Day’ sets off the single in true rock arse-kicking style. The gentle hi-hat intro simply acts as the fuse to the guitar driven riff explosion that follows. A Blackmore inspired chorus and a mean funked up rock ‘n’ roll verse underlines the fact that the guitar is definitely the star here. However, that would be unfair to the rest of the band as they more then hold their own, especially the vocals which bounce along perfectly to compliment the song’s tempo.

The second track here is called ‘Marajuana’. Now those of you expecting velvet spacious grooves, carefully layered with whale noises and samples of mountain streams are going to be seriously disappointed as this track is anything but a mellow high. Full on thrash riffing combines with some fiendish drumming to produce a pogo inducing tune made strictly for moshing. On the face of it, it may well seem like a track to frighten the neighbours with, but the lyrics, which urge you to ‘free the weed’ and ‘drop a trip with Kojak’, make sure the tongue remains firmly against the cheek.

Rounding off the single is the hooky ‘Samaritanman’. Built from the bass line up this is a much more structured track that still feels free flowing. The great lyrical delivery sits snuggly with the brilliantly deranged guitar fills, but it’s really the bass that is the main driving force behind this song. While carrying the melody through the verse it’s the chorus where the bass is allowed to run around a bit and show what it can do. In turn this frees up the guitar to create some delightfully twisted riffing, which fits in nicely with the overall theme of the song.

In short, a single that conjures up a vision of the sort of band you would quite happily sell the family pet for to see live.

Written by Habert on

Pete Habert was sub-editor for The Mag and co-ordinated submissions from the swarm of writers that contributed articles from their local music scenes.

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