Dads

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Discography:

  • 2010: Live at Club Fuck Cassette/VHS
  • 2011: Bubular Tubes 7"
  • 2012: Brown on Brown LP
  • 2013: Invisible Blouse 7" Reissue
 
 

Dad. It’s a loaded morpheme; one that connotes conflicting and often embarrassing emotions and one that perfectly encapsulates the soul-rotting idiocy of Florida’s The Dads. Transcendence through some base ass shit is the primary motivation for many of the musical and aesthetic decisions of The Dads. It’s the push and pull between retarded and genius that provides their engine. Long surviving members of Tampa’s storage locker scene, the boys in The Dads have maintained a slow but steady performing and recording drip over the course of the last half-decade, self-releasing material in limited editions, announcing releases that never materialize, and putting out half-assed “conceptual” releases such as the notorious and infinitely frustrating “Live at Club Fuck” audio-visual document. Moving further into the realms of kraut rock, free-punk, and prog-for-dumbasses, The Dads have systematically demonstrated that even the most deficient personalities have a place in the world of underground music. Rock n roll babies for whom no style is untouchable and no move too dumb or distasteful to make, Grateful Dad worship and all, this is music for stupid record nerds by stupid record nerds.

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.

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 trash can.