I knew nothing about The Fibonaccis before I pulled this record off the shelves (so you won’t have to suffer any autobiographical navel-gazing from me this time — lucky you!), but I am listening to this album as I type, and once again marveling at a hidden gem that existed under my radar for almost 25 years. This is cool, weird, ’80s art rock at its finest — deftly weaving together synthesizers, guitars, strange lyrics, and a compositional style that, to my ears at least, evokes the work of Kurt Weill – almost like a sort of cabaret Talking Heads. They get bonus points for their brilliantly puntastic album title.
I think most of the DJs at KCMU agreed with me — in between gags about “diversity,” which I assume was some sort of inside joke there at the time.
“An interesting record. Many different sounding songs. Vocals are very nice in a quirky kind of way. Hmmmm.”
“Refreshing! For its diversity!”
“‘Old Mean Ed Gein’ is the guy whom Psycho was patterned after. He was a sicko (Check out the Fibs’ version of ‘Psycho’). This song sounds Kate Bushy.”
“This is growing on me. Great record.”
“In May 1990 I got 3 calls after playing this.”
“H — I think so!”
“This is really great, because it’s Diverse. ‘Geen.'”
“And such diversity as well.”
“Yeah Marsh, Kate Bushy except for no vocals.”
“Named after the mathematician?”
“I like all of it.”