VI is the Fucking Champs' first album in five years (not counting their album-length collaboration with Trans Am, 2004's Gold, under the portmanteau name the Fucking Am), and founding guitarist Josh Smith has left, leaving a retooled trio of guitarists Philip Manley and Tim Green, and drummer Tim Soete to carry on the Fucking Champs' brand of technical but not soulless, metallic but not moronic, experimental but immediately accessible, instrumental indie rock. Dropping almost all of the synthesizers that colored their albums from III through V (only the relatively brief (Are You Channeling) That Crystal Behind You and the acoustic pastoral Dolores Park feature keyboards), these 12 tracks are a return to heavy-riffing form. A couple of the jokey interlude tracks of yore -- one a deadpan guitar solo cover of the standard Abide with Me done with the self-seriousness of vintage Spinal Tap -- remain, but the meat of the album, from the crisp opener The Loge to the epic, 14-minute-plus closer Column of Heads, features the Fucking Champs doing what they do best. At times, the tunes sound almost poppy, like the super-catchy main riffs that power Earthen Sculptor and Spring Break, but the trio (especially Soete who, as always, overplays everywhere with gleeful panache) rarely stay in one place long enough to allow things to get too comfortable. Much more immediately appealing than the at times pointedly ugly and harsh V, VI proves that the Fucking Champs have been able to take what would seem like an inherently limited idea further than one might expect. ~ Stewart Mason, Rovi

1		The Loge
2		Abide With Me
3		Spring Break
4		Fozzy Goes to Africa
5		Insomnia
6		A Forgotten Chapter In the History of Ideas
7		That Crystal Behind You? (Are You Channeling)
8		Play On Words
9		Champs Fanfare
10		Earthen Sculptor
11		Dolores Park
12		Column of Heads