Midwest art-punks, Fruit LoOops have shared their blistering new single, “Stick 66.” This track is a danceable barrage of heavy synth riffs and distorted vocals, soldered together by a commanding percussive line.
Their newest EP, Everything Is Clear To Me Now, holds four tracks of relentless sonic experimentation, flying between manic dance escapades and total synth freakouts.
Fruit LoOops have been working since 2018 towards a language of shared confusion. It hasn’t always been easy to answer the Who? What? When? Where? and Why? of Fruit LoOops –– but that has never been the result of bad faith or cynicism. Instead, Fruit LoOops proceed from a sense of sonic adventure and experimentation. That the results happen to fall closer to chaos than order is not necessarily a matter of the band being anti anything. On the contrary, the trio finds joy in creation and 2025’s Everything is Clear to Me Now is a testament to this.
Clocking in at just under 13 minutes, Everything is Clear to Me Now is in many ways just as fanatically blistering as anything Fruit LoOops has done to date. But there’s something generous about these 13 minutes. It is absolutely wild, even frantic. But there is, yes, a certain clarity –– a step away from the freeform, kitchen sink aesthetic of their previous recordings and a step towards a distinct pulse. Opening track, “I Go Up” is like the happy hardcore answer to Atari Teenage Riot while “Blister” employs a kind of headed-for-the-edge groove to stellar effect. “Appendicitis” closes the EP with an industrial dance party on the brink of combustion, reveling in its irreverence. Singer Jackie Switzer is nowhere more bold than on this one, thrashing and skipping from gutteral, authoritative rants to howling taunts.
Recorded in July 2024 at Electrical Audio and mastered by Angel Marcloid of Fire-Toolz, Everything is Clear to Me Now benefits from a literal sort of clarity that allows for groove and pulse to emerge, sure-footed and intentional. At the center of this work, there is still a blown out, dirty basement window-rattling spirit –– but that spirit is shepherded into a kind of hyperactive hyperpop ecstasy by a pristine sonic brilliance, shimmeringly augmented by contributions from the likeminded electro-weirdness mastermind RXM Reality.
