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.