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The Fucking Champs Greatest Hits (Matador) By: Cam Lindsay

The question isn't why The Fucking Champs need a greatest hits collection, it's why this isn't the best selling album of all-time. Metal never quite sounds as good as it does when it's performed by this unstoppable, (mostly) instrumental trio and this record is a true testament to that. Gathering the best of their Drag City and Frenetic recordings from 1996 -- 2002 (nothing before The Fucking Champs III made it onto this comp), Greatest Hits is chock-full of more noble riffage than any single album has ever dared to try. Albums this flawless make it hard to write a review, so if you haven't heard a three-guitar, metallic rendition of Bach's "Air On A G-String", here is your chance to experience the greatest show on earth.
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