From Bissau to Palau, in the shades of Avalon – Fellatio’s crash course to infamy has so far been resplendently rotten. Imagine Suicide and The Fall jamming together in a rabid, ghost pepper-induced delirium, and it would approximate the debauched self-coined “post-penis kraut pop disco punk” concoction this Dutch trio conjure up together. Fuzzed out, feverish, and decisively droney, Fellatio became a lightning-quick word-of-mouth live sensation, spreading like a blight from Rotterdam’s stirring underground scene to the streets of Paris and the great beyond.