For fuck's 1996 sophomore release, the band got sophomoric: the playing got more playful, and the lyrics got more nonsensical. Yet, from late-night confessional "Swinger" to the bare-boned sigh of "Whimper and Cry," the band still embraces languor and melancholia. Unlike the band's even-handed debut album, Pretty...Slow, this batch of songs careens multi-directionally- toy piano and baby grand! Think Jonathan Richman's whimsical sincerity battling the obfuscation of Erik Satie: Baby Loves A Funny Bunny imbues both yin and yang. Schizo? Maybe. Let's call it delightfully unpredictable.