As their description by one writer as "Crass meets The Who" should make obvious, The Fuse! must be seen and heard to be believed. Three razor sharp Hispanic kids (known mysteriously as F-1, F-2, and F-3) from Downey, California (home of the Carpenters), instantly surpass all revolutionary rhetoric by literally attacking their instruments as well as physically assaulting the audience. The Fuse! don't need to spend all day perfecting their chops; their guitar is going right through your skull as you dance uncontrollably to an insane racket of total discontent. But there are actual songs on Fisherman's Wife, too. They are the sound of the new frustration.Anyone who has peeked into F-2's journal while he frantically scribbles in it at the Three of Clubs (where he's always sipping some pink tropical drink) knows that he's nothing short of a mad, pissed genius. The Fuse! are way too impatient to be part of the aping-Gang-Of-Four-and-PiL scene, and are way too violent for boring punk-blues scholarship. Big sigh of relief there, right? Two years into their chaotic career and they've already had a documentary made about them - before releasing an actual recording.* From insane racket to actual songs - the whole spectrum on one album* Documentary-worthy Crass-meets-The-Who mayhem* Downey rocks, Whittier shakes!