Where is Your Mind?

If When the World Burns Down (2021) looked outward at a collapsing world, FUK (2022) turned the lens inward.

This is a record about the interior life — desire, confusion, identity, and the stories we tell ourselves to get through the day. It moves, quietly and deliberately, through three territories: the world that shapes you, the people who wound you, and the self that has to survive both.

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Vocalist Pam Kapoor — whose signature harmonies were a hallmark of the MarQuis SongBook recordings — returns on select tracks, her voice threading through the interior landscape like a second conscience.

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It opens with "Christ" — survival from birth reframed as a cosmic scam. Somehow you made it through. Holy camoly! The congratulations are sincere and completely absurd. "Time" follows the money, the clock, the casino logic of modern life and "Dickslap" lands the sharpest commentary on creative isolation in the age of instant fame: creation is a lonely game that only pays when there is instant fame. Nobody knows their neighbour. Nobody knows their own phone number. Go fuck yourself.

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Then the album goes deeper. "You" reckons with mama and papa — the original architects of everything that followed — with a tenderness that cuts precisely because it refuses to be sentimental. Papa every step I take I'm in your shoes. "Mind" maps a family history of losing our minds — neurological, inherited, impossible to outrun. 

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The title track "Fuk" arrives as a declaration of exhausted freedom — not bitterness, more like someone who finally put something down they'd been carrying too long. I will never give another fuck again. "Senses" pulls you back from the edge: come to your senses / put up your defences. 

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And then "Glue" closes everything in the only honest place left: no control whatsoever / over whatever happens. Modern man has gone insane.

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Ten tracks. No prelude this time. Straight to the point.