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Apparently "based on food, blurred photos, drums, reel-to-reel tape players, guitars, singing and nostalgia", Fupper are a concoction of which virtually nothing is known. Which - as they are no doubt aware - makes the curious only more so. And there's certainly no easy answers to be found here. Wilfully eclectic and endearingly restless tales of mysterious things never quite explained, 'Walleyecandy' literally flits all over the show across its thirteen tracks. Partly Papa M, occasionally Folk Implosion, once almost Aphex Twin, always approaching some point of eeriness, Fupper momentarily excel on the Palace Brothers-like Call Me Any Name (But My Own) and Wet Wood, where the voice is so distant, there's only the urge to get closer. Their aloofness entirely becomes them. Just don't go expecting to know any more at the end than you did at the beginning.

Ian Fletcher
March-April 2004

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