Filled with percolating white-boy funk, Stankfüt's Fritters is filled with propulsively sterile rhythms that careen across basketball courts, rec rooms, video stores, high school hallways, and 7-11 parking lots. Unabashedly suburban in their aesthetic, Stankfüt doesn't provide any real musical enlightenment nor do they really try to. Driven by the horns of Andy Stephan, the group sounds like a less-politicized, less-aggressive version of the now-defunct East-Coast outfit Yolk, who garnered a small following in the Northeast during the early '90s. Stankfüt's music can be grating to listen to, as Kristoffer Carter's lead vocals border on chalkboard scratchy. This seems to be exactly the kind of thing this band would be into; ruffians running their fingers down the chalkboard before the teacher arrives. Punks as they may be, they still showed up for class.
AllMusic Review by Jesse Jarnow