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The Fuzztones are an American garage rock revival band formed in Founded by singer-guitarist Rudi Protrudi in New York City, the band has gone through several member changes but is currently active in Europe.

Dismissed by some critics and listeners as a "bar band" or unoriginal, they maintained a strong fan base in New York, in Europe with their music being played on Hungarian State Radio , and in Los Angeles. This lineup bears the distinction of being the only 's garage rock revival band to secure a major label record deal[citation needed], when they signed to RCA.

The group's name is derived from Fuzz Tone, the commercial name of a guitar effect pedal invented in and whose distinctive sound was popularized in the hit song " I Can't Get No Satisfaction" by the Rolling Stones.

Led by the enigmatic Rudi Protrudi, the Fuzztones were one of the major "successes" particularly in Europe of the revival that flourished in and that also boasted the Chesterfield Kings, the Cynics, the Miracle Workers, and Plasticland.

Their debut studio LP, Lysergic Emanations, was released in I've never seen a moronic idiot trying to tell jokes in my life.

What a fuck. The man could barely stand up never mind tell a decent story. Everyone was laughing at him, and I hated his guts. Trash is the only word I can think of this person. Or push it down hill. Stewart Lee should have 'cunt' stamped onto his forehead with a branding iron.

He made me smile. That's it! A disappointment. He seems to spend hours on stage pretending that he 'gets something' nobody else has. I just wish he'd get a sense of humour. I don't get him really. He addressed an insular cadre of socially challenged, prematurely middle-aged, pseudo-intellectual men, I thought.

That is all. Boring as hell and unfunny. Sod off, you don't know what offends me, so you can't protect me from it. But most of the things you think offend me don't. Explains why you should laugh. Then accuses you of not having a sense of humour. The cunt. He was carrying laundry. I'm not offended, more bemused by his total lack of talent and why the audience are laughing at his dull and obvious "jokes".

Give it two years and so will you. Look out, look out, gammon-headed bastard about. Pathetic and childish. This cunt can't even rally a paying audience. Ham-headed, ham-fisted spastic. Dave Chappelle's could show him how it's done. He does have an incredibly punchable face, doesn't he? I could just close my eyes, but fantasizing about punching Stewart Lee is still more fun than sitting in complete, stony silence. Fucking smug-faced cunt. Probably laughs at farting noises too.

Here's to hoping this particular vehicle runs off the road. Under a train. Unfortunately now he comes across as a chaotic drunk. I hope the fucking chrones disease kills him. My hand is firmly in the air! Arse doesn't cover it. Ah well.

It makes it much worse. Give me Michael McIntyre any day. Has a very punchable tone of voice. Clarkson's views are all spot on. Top gear is class and laughing at gipos and the Mexicans is hilarious. Other things do in fact change in basic ways, yet somehow remaining true to their original intent. In both those categories, paradoxically, we find the Fuzztones. The garage-revival group is fundamentally true to its original ethos, even though the group has gone through some dizzying changes.

Lead Fuzztone Rudi Protrudi is still fronting the group, and their shockingly authentic garage delivery is intact. Modern production techniques are balanced nicely with vintage keyboard sounds and layers upon layers of fuzz natch , and the songs are true to the garage aesthetic: shorts, snappy, propulsive, moody and hooky.

She was formerly with Bonniwell Music Machine ; more authentic garage-punk street cred than that is near impossible to imagine.