In an era where musical genres wander their way roundedly into one another, FUCHES’ Reckoning plods along like a spaghetti-clad cowpoke at the sci-fi fan convention—jarring, brutal, and completely mesmerizing. It’s a mouth-agape rollercoaster tune with a shock-value narrative mixed in with dizzying instrumental color, both in a sense of ponder and leave-you-agog (in the absolute best sense).
Reckoning takes something into its pocket by the first note: it’s driving you around the block. The beginning is like entering a field where you light a fire under the starry night— inescapable, with a synth riff that does the bop as if it really means it. It’s attitude, tension, and barking at you to crank the music up. Before the lyrics kick in, you’re not listening; you’re inside.
FUCHES doesn’t invite you in, they break the door down, push you inside, and hand you a drink that has a name that is spelled “brace yourself.”
Speaking of lyrics, they’re not words—words are words; these are scenes from films that paint in your head pictures of dark figures, drive-by shootouts, and a reckoning, internal and external. Phrases like “I left my wits in the trunk of my old car /Cause I’m done trying to prove myself” are delivered with a grit that has you in the midst of a sundown.
What’s great about these lyrics is that they’re double. There is a self-realisation and justice one expects, naturally, but beneath it all is some vulnerability—a grappling with one’s own decisions and anxieties. FUCHES hijacked a therapy session and made it into a pondering movie, and come on, who wouldn’t be jealous?
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Vocally, FUCHES sounds as smooth as whiskey. The voice tugs at your heartstrings effortlessly.
There are constant —a “Oh, WOW” moments, if you will—when the vocals reign supreme over the instrumentation, punching you squarely in the feels. It’s raw emotion drenched in sonic genius, and it’ll have you rewinding just to relive it again.
And while vocals and lyrics are the protagonists of the war, instrumentation is the arid terrain—cacti set against a bloody horizon. Genre-defying, in this case, is little more than reckless. The tunes showdowns with atmosphere synths, anchoring it all in place like a referee maintaining the brawl from running out of bounds.
There’s a calming yet melancholic atmosphere infused into the DNA of this song that sounds like it’s taken from Supernova’s core for us. FUCHES is able to get away with this sound combination not because it does, but because only this combination could possibly be able to make this song happen.
And don’t even start on the outro. It’s not a fade-out; it’s an unwinding, like a machine spilling its secrets before it falters. It has you hanging, like the song has you left with, “The reckoning isn’t over.”
Reckoning is a song, but it’s a feeling. It’s the type of song that you can’t help but look at, that wraps its fingers around your neck and says, “Listen to me. Feel me. Reckon with me.” It’s introspective, it’s quiet, and it’s amazing.
For those who prefer their songs with a shot of introspection, Reckoning is a must. It’s the ideal combination for those times when you’re ready to conquer the world—or at least the mountain of dirty laundry quietly piling up, waiting for your attention. Plug in your headsets, turn up the volume, and let FUCHES carry you into the exciting, whirling world of Reckoning.
In a world of cookie-cutter tracks, FUCHES stands tall as a renegade. With Reckoning, they’ve delivered not only a song but a statement. And trust me, this is one reckoning you’ll want to face head-on.
