The sound of the alarm blares into your bleeding ear like a rousing blast of shocking white noise that numbs the senses. The moment for "TFU" has arrived. Beleaguered, you sit up in your bed trembling and quaking. The sun's barely had time to rise in the morning sky, then suddenly the drill sergeant's voice, a rising decibel level of pure static echoes above the rafters. Still in a daze, you hop from the bunk nearly fallin' to the floor in a heap! The rest of the squadron scrambles for their gear and quickly fall into rank. The scene is set as you take your place in line and prepare for the war against this latest incorrigible disease that's infected the whole of American music. You know that it's still too strong a force to outnumber but with enough skill, cunning and determination, your regimen will swarm quickly upon the dreaded plague, like a virus infecting the body, or in this case, a wrench thrown into the machination, little by little wearing it down, until finally, it becomes exhausted and submits to the new authority now firmly implanted. The death toll has reached staggering proportions, but the war is over and you stand proudly. "Death Signal 2000" has finally arrived and Utopia is only moments away. If much of this fabrication has managed to slip past your rationale and left you scratching your head that's good - it was totally by design. But the general concept seems to follow that "TFU" has landed and are ready to confront the enemy, the supposed corporate rock inflicting its insidious influence on the masses all too ready to submit to their one master. "TFU" storms their way into your head like a violent rush of anti-bodies invading a dangerous life-threatening illness. They're a sharp blade cutting through a deadened society. A senseless diatribe, with the backing of 50,000 screaming fans, fashions lyrical lunacy that even the most advanced Freudian followers would be racking their brain trying to decipher where it is they're coming from.

Bottled up aggression backed by chalkboard scratching vindictiveness, "TFU" is a modern day Jack the Ripper that slices to the bone with every bloody note that shoots through your speakers!