Woof! Rules are meant to be broken, figured the London troublemakers Fat Dog—and they went and dropped a saxophone into their pulse-racing electro-post-punk.
And they’ve got no shortage of gloriously stupid ideas; Viagra Boys, who took them out on tour, can vouch for that. This fat dog has learned a lot of new tricks—like wriggling out of the straitjacket of genre in record time. “It sounds like rabbits on ecstasy,” keyboardist Chris told Rolling Stone. Lions stopped eating first a long time ago—Fat Dog are coming to Brno in the spirit of their song King of the Slugs, riding in on slugs.
