Las Vegas, Nevada’s THE FAT DUKES OF FUCK, have shot the load they call Honey From the Lips of an Angel onto the faces of the music consuming masses. Hilarious, infectious and demented all at once, this is an album that demands repeated spins, even though every ounce of decency you might possess suggests otherwise. Vegas-based music blog, onethirtyeight.org best described the band as „…a pornographic musical avalanche, consisting of sharp Metal parts and Angry boulder sized Rants that gain momentum the longer it drunkenly rolls down the hill.”
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Is the name any indication of musical lunacy and prurient lyrical content? You’re god damn right it is! The Fat Dukes of Fuck is a demented rock outfit that gives a whole new meaning to Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder. Wild-eyed and twisted, the aggressive outrageousness of this band is matched only by a their uncanny ability to turn it all into a catchy song. Grounded in a sort of off-the-rails version of Clutch and channeling the spirit of Mike Patton, The Fat Dukes of Fuck will launch a drug-addled shitstorm one moment and stop on a dime to bust out a riff that could have appeared on a classic Black Sabbath album the next. The Fat Dukes Of Fuck sound like a pornographic musical avalanche, consisting of sharp Metal parts and Angry boulder-sized Rants that gain momentum the longer they drunkenly roll down the hill. Predictability is not in the cards and a more memorable batch of songs you’ll never hear than in the eye of this hurricane that is The Fat Dukes of Fuck.