DADS
After several years and a handful of singles, Brown on Brown arrives as the ultimate Dads record, equal parts ambitious and obnoxious. The band's debut full-length, Brown on Brown was born out of obsessive scatological tendencies and the desire to translate an increasingly unruly live show to an LP format. Letting structure fall almost entirely away, Brown on Brown finds the band moving through post-punk squall ("Disco Dad,") terror-jazz ("I'm a Shitty Ghost") and warped, Exile on Main Street-inspired drug shuffle ("Jerk Off My Mom's Church") before arriving at the 20+ minute album closer, the shit-prog epic "Ride the Moon Into the Sun." Recorded in the band's living room, in the fine tradition of Ready for the House and Black Vinyl Shoes, Brown on Brown envisions a sprawl that extends beyond the stained couches and shredded pornography of its point of origin. Music sprung from messy brains, it's a leap forward for Dads, simultaneously into the future and into the toilet bowl.
DADS RELEASES
After several years and a handful of singles, Brown on Brown arrives as the ultimate Dads record, equal parts ambitious and obnoxious. The band's debut full-length, Brown on Brown was born out of obsessive scatological tendencies and the desire to translate an increasingly unruly live show to an LP format. Letting structure fall almost entirely away, Brown on Brown finds the band moving through post-punk squall ("Disco Dad,") terror-jazz ("I'm a Shitty Ghost") and warped, Exile on Main Street-inspired drug shuffle ("Jerk Off My Mom's Church") before arriving at the 20+ minute album closer, the shit-prog epic "Ride the Moon Into the Sun." Recorded in the band's living room, in the fine tradition of Ready for the House and Black Vinyl Shoes, Brown on Brown envisions a sprawl that extends beyond the stained couches and shredded pornography of its point of origin. Music sprung from messy brains, it's a leap forward for Dads, simultaneously into the future and into the toilet bowl.
Invisible Blouse
Wharf Cat Records
WCR-008
Release Date: July 9, 2013
Personnel
Cameron Worden
Carson Cox
David Vassalotti
Chris Horn
Wharf Cat Records is extremely excited to re-issue this classic record from the Tampa container crate scene. Dads' Invisible Blouse is a statement of positive and willful self-annulment. Recorded live (in mom's garage, to no audience,) "Invisible Blouse" rises above nothing. Instead, the song is a self-assured mess, finding no disparity between its grime, its bleated vocals, and its Who-leaning guitar line. All plodding drums, tension, and mosquito buzz, "Homo Concentration" looks in the opposite direction, neck craned sharply downward. Together, the A and B side showcase Dads as a band persistent in their desire to be the band Dads. A classic single to be shelved alongside "I Was There At The Texas Chain Saw Massacre" and "Surfin' with Steve and E.D. Amin," Invisible Blouse is the idiot's anthem of the future.
Dads have, for several years now, shared members and operated in parallel with a number of bands born of Tampa's underground music community including Merchandise, Cult Ritual, Neon Blud, and Church Whip, while also having retained a singular musical identity; of a piece with, but separate from the members' other bands.