“Dufus plays frantic fever-dream folk slashed through with rock stabs. The band has ties to the local anti-folk scene, but Dufus exploitations are bigger and more ambitious than those of, say, the Moldy Peaches. It’s hard to think of a style not at least touched upon by Dufus, but the group’s woozy delirium somehow makes it sound more cohesive than it probably should.
–The Onion

“Like an encyclopedia of so-called outsider music condensed into a Downtown pagan mystery meeting. Dufus’s recent “1:3:1” is the most unironically anarchic album I’ve heard all year. As giddy and inventive as it is pissed off, it’s the 21st-century equivalent of the Fugs at their finest.”
Richard Gehr – Village Voice, NYC

“Dufus looks at a 3 year old child banging a saucepan with a wooden spoon and thinks: ‘You’ve got something there kid.’ Turns out they were right. They took that saucepan and spoon and wrote a textured and intense opera. Then they made this album. Thank you, come again, kid. 9 of 10.”
Vice, AU

“Listening to Dufus is like being thrust into a child’s drawing.”
–City Hub (AU)

“Something that only makes sense in stick figures and crayons.”

“Creepy junkyard dwellers feasting on rust.”
–Pop Matters

“Fiercely independant, fiercely committed and suitably deranged – Dufus stand alone in their field holding back the waves of corporate crap like a platoon of modern day Canutes.”

“Things to look out for include Seth Faergolzia’s “Celibacy Pants,” which shows fiber art going punk.”
Roberta Smith, New York Times

“They’re making this wonderful, wonderful noise, pure song-making without the baggage of clichés. How compelling, in these unromantic, unreal hollow days of packaged ‘extremes’ and punk rock boy bands. We need romantic, real-world dreamers like this. We need DUFUS.”
Organ Magazine, UK

“How to describe this stuff? Sort of like a marching band made out of acoustic guitars and monsters from the Muppet Show, their songs are largely about noise, chaos and incoherence, i mean – and it pains me to say – they really, really rock. There is a raw energy here the likes of which you rarely see anywhere. And…a close listen reveals substantial musical ability and craftsmanship. Dammit. Dammit!”
Ghetto Blaster Magazine

“Incredibly uplifting circus tunes.”

“Tender calm and epiphanistic lyrics.”
New York Press

“Seth Faergolzia could be the poster boy for anti-folk.”

“I have never heard anything like this before or since.”
Pop Matters

“I fucking dare you not to love this band.”

“Fourteen members strong and phenomenal live.”
New Musical Express (NME), UK

“Kind and Scary.”
SPEX, Germany

“Cartoonishly elastic and spastic vocals are the love-’em-or-hate-’em main attraction at this freakshow, but the double-take they demand also reveals whip-smart pop song writing, intricately clever wordplay, and a truly talented band as tight and precise as they are loose and stylistically wide-ranging.”
Brad Stark – KUSF/MTV  San Francisco

“This is folk rock twisted and distorted into compelling new structures.”

“The unquenchable enthusiasm and daring of its delivery is enough to give you an aesthetic awakening.”

“Rightly respected as one of the most prolific, original and influential bands to emerge from the anti-folk scene and in their ten years of being have been criminally ignored by wider audiences…Bands like Dufus are essential within the rock music spectrum to keep complacency and mediocrity well in its place.”
-National Student Newspaper

Since leaving America for Israel, the one thing I’ve missed most about the US — more than common human decency, civility and courtesy even — is the ability to see my friend Seth Faergolzia of Dufus in the midst of the songwriting process, from initial composition through the debut of a new song live on stage. Indeed, Dufus has long been my favorite band, Seth my favorite musician, and Dufus’ live performances the cornerstone of a musical diet that sustains me even in the most trying of times.

Hence, I quite literally jumped for joy when a half-dozen copies of Dufus’ new album The Last Classed Blast arrived this week, satiating the urgent anticipation I’ve harbored since Seth first informed me of the album’s forthcoming release. As I had only heard a handful of his new songs when I last saw Seth performing with Jeffrey Lewis in NYC this May, I was anxious to hear what he’s been doing since I left our home in Ithaca in 2004. (Other than making babies! Mazal tov, you madman!)

I was nervous that the newest album, for some reason, wouldn’t be up to snuff. It’s near impossible to top 1:3:1, the album that quite literally changed my life by convincing me to quit my 9-5 job and devote myself to the pursuit of my passion. Wonderful as I found it, Dufus’ last release, Ball Of Design, was certainly more accessible and commercially viable than 1:3:1, though for me it lacked the same level of intensity.

I am pleased to say that The Last Classed Blast is no disappointment — it is passionate (”Disassemblement Hymn # Exponential”), powerful (”Dawn Crusade”), and best yet, the album reflects a maturation (”Lay Down Flat” and “Balloon Rocking Chair”) that demonstrates a parallel growth between Dufus and its audience. Or at least between Seth and me. They’ve even got a couple pop tunes (”War Is Over” and “Tutu”) of which listeners with even the most flavorless palates will find it difficult to disapprove.

Though they are still rough, raw and sloppy in all the right places, Dufus has nonetheless evolved into a work of a beauty — an incredibly precise and articulate cohesion of sounds both eclectic and eccentric, exhibiting masterful musicianship, artistic ingenuity and a steadfast committment to pushing the limits of all that is considered possible musically and culturally.

For G-d’s sake, go buy this album and blast it from the hilltops. Then call up your local radio station and demand they play it endlessly.

The world needs Dufus music.

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