Fat History Month | Fucking Despair
When we scanned the results of the Best Boston Album/EP category in this year’s BMP, there were more than 70 albums nominated via write-in. Although a vast majority of those came up in the final tally once or twice, one record showed up a bunch: Fat History Month’s Fucking Despair. A social media campaign to get the album recognized by the Phoenix was heard loud and clear, so we reached out to Noah Bond of the pRIMORDIAL sOUNDS blog/label/event and booking collective to give us the deets on a band we clearly, and mistakenly, overlooked:
This year’s Best Music Poll did an excellent job of highlighting some of the top acts in the city. Unfortunately, the very nature of such a poll sometimes leaves truly amazing bands out of the action. A prime example is Allston’s Fat History Month, a band that owes its allegiance to the Boston underground, and is easily one of the most exciting acts in the city today. Their second full length, Fucking Despair, came out on Chicago-based Sophomore Lounge Records earlier this year and quickly rallied obsessive praise all over town. Members Sean (guitar/vocals) and Mark (drums) have a rare chemistry that, to put it simply, blows any other two-man band out of the water. Their songs are beautifully loud poems of hilarity and disparity, simultaneously loose, noisy, dynamic, expertly crafted, and — above all — honest. When you see FHM play live, it’s hard to resist the urge to grab every person you know and demand they listen to this band. And by the way, if you haven’t seen them play, you should get on that. Songs such as “Free As a Cat on a Leash” or “Nature” are excellent on the record, but become spine-tingling, sweat-soaked symphonies when performed live. All in all, FHM is a once-in-a lifetime kind of band, and we should be proud to have them representing our city’s underground flavor.
_Noah Bond, pRIMORDIAL sOUNDS