This came out in 2004 – or at least that’s when I got it. Here’s what I said about it back then (with some minor editing):
Weirdest (and best) song title of the week: Not Every Goddamn Little Thing You Do Needs A Title. Coolest rhyme: “You best invest, you dope, in a stethoscope.” Coolest lyric: “Drink melted crayons, Foofie. Drink every colour in the box.”
Put ’em all together and you have the wildest, weirdest and most wonderous EP of the week: Hummer by Minneapolis basement genius Andrew Broder, aka Fog. Reminiscent of genre-benders and rule-breakers like Badly Drawn Boy or early Beck, Broder’s freewheeling compositions are a mish-mash of sounds and styles, with tenderly romantic melodies, oddball lyrics and hushed, intimate vocals jammed up against cacophonous clatter, dusty artifacts and misshapen, mutant musical experiments. Sure, sometimes you can’t see where you’re headed, but at least Fog keeps you on your toes.
