Fancy’s “Fancy”: A Genre-Bending Chaos That Kicks Ass
Alright, buckle up. This isn’t your typical cookie-cutter album review because Fancy by Fancy ain’t no ordinary record. Released in 2017 across Poland, Yugoslavia, Denmark, the US, and France (yeah, they really went global with this one), it’s a wild ride through Garage Rock, Punk, Synth-pop, Disco, Hardcore—you name it. With labels like B.W., City Records, Mastermind Records, and even some self-released tracks, this thing feels less like an album and more like a musical freak show. And honestly? That’s what makes it so damn good.
First off, let’s talk about two tracks that’ll slap you upside the head and leave you begging for more: "Not Like You" and "Slice Me Nice."
"Not Like You" hits hard right outta the gate—it’s got this raw garage rock vibe mixed with punk grit, but then BAM!—synths kick in like someone spiked classic rock with MDMA. The vocals from Bane are all over the place, snarling one second and smooth as hell the next. It’s chaotic as fuck, but somehow it works. You can tell these guys weren’t trying to fit into any box; they just wanted to smash every genre into tiny pieces and glue ‘em back together however the hell they felt like. By the time the chorus drops, you’re either headbanging or questioning your life choices. Either way, mission accomplished.
Then there’s "Slice Me Nice," which is basically synth-pop on steroids. This track has hooks sharp enough to gut you, man. The programmed beats courtesy of Laza Ristovski slap harder than most modern EDM crap, and when those retro disco vibes sneak in halfway through, it’s like being punched in the soul—but in a good way. The bassline is filthy, Demi’s guitar riffs are tight as hell, and Vlada on keyboards? Dude’s clearly been mainlining caffeine and inspiration. If this song doesn’t get stuck in your head for days, check your pulse—you might be dead.
Now, here’s the kicker: Fancy didn’t just throw random genres at a wall to see what sticks. Tracks like "Mnogo Topli Džemperi" bring in Balkan flavor while still keeping that rebellious edge alive. Meanwhile, "Flames Of Love" sounds like something straight outta an ‘80s movie montage where the hero drives off into the sunset after winning the girl—or losing her forever. It’s messy, unpredictable, and kinda genius.
What really seals the deal though is how unapologetically DIY this whole project feels. From Andreja Nježić and Nenad Marković’s design work to Žo laying down drum patterns that sound like he’s beating the shit out of his kit, everything screams passion over perfection. Even the credits read like a rogue’s gallery of misfits who came together to create something insane yet unforgettable.
So yeah, Fancy’s Fancy isn’t perfect. Hell, it’s not even consistent. But who gives a damn? In a world full of polished pop clones and tired tropes, this album reminds us why music should feel dangerous sometimes. It’s loud, it’s messy, and it doesn’t give two shits about fitting in. And honestly? We need more of that.
Oh, and before I go—ever heard a Bolero-inspired anthem called “Hold Me In Your Arms Again”? Didn’t think so. These dudes did it anyway. Fucked up and beautiful. Just like life.
