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Rating: Dog Fashion Disco is a highly underrated band.
While they have achieved moderate success in the United States, here in Europe, despite favorable criticism (and the undeniable quality of their offering), they struggle to gain visibility. And it's a shame.
It really is a shame because bands like Dog Fashion Disco are rare. Their music is constantly categorized under "Crossover" (understood as a mix of multiple genres), and indeed, it can't be otherwise, given how varied their repertoire is.
The presentation of the album (their second career release) says it all: the cover depicts a sparkling and shiny toilet, while the album title is "Committed To A Bright Future." The irony is precisely the weapon of DFD, a boldness that allows them to produce a mix of sounds (and colors) that is genuinely enjoyable and original, like few others can deliver.
Right from the opening track, "Love Songs For A Witch", DFD presents itself in great form: it starts with a Thrash Metal borderline attack of great impact (it's been a while since I've heard such a well-crafted riff), to which skewed brass is then added. The song continues between grotesque parts and metallic bursts, completed by a truly catchy chorus. "Rapist Eyes" is a song that moves you, tossing the listener between violent sections and a chorus with a strong melodic flavor, then ending with a slow and melancholic piano piece. In short, it's a song that stays in your heart. The album proceeds quickly; the group's formula remains alternating Hardcore, Metal, Oriental melodies, and finally, a good dose of bouncy fairground music, so dear to the great Mr. Bungle. And here is the first (and only) demerit note: at times, it becomes too clear how the group draws inspiration from the great Mike Patton's work. Nevertheless, it's worth mentioning that, despite not being the pioneers of the genre, DFD does it really well, especially Todd Smith, the singer, who switches from a crazy Patton-style voice to screaming with great ease (and what a scream!), in addition to having excellent melodic taste.
By the middle of the album, the listener might even feel satisfied with the purchase. Big mistake, don’t fall for it! These five rascals can deliver pearls of violence and madness at the end of the album, like "Pogo the Clown" or "Castaway". In particular, "The Acid Memoirs" is nothing more than the story of Smith's first acid trip at the tender age of sixteen (will it be true?). Anything goes: talking dogs, mysterious men saying nonsense, the protagonist losing self-awareness... a true sonic chaos, interspersed with Hardcore bursts like those unheard for a long time. Finally "The Magical Band Of Fools" concludes a noteworthy work, which unfortunately (maybe because the genre is not accessible to everyone, maybe due to insufficient promotion), did not receive the success it deserves.
So, if you don’t want to be mainly responsible for the fall of DFD from artists to toilet cleaners, give this little masterpiece a chance, you won't be disappointed!
Tracklist Lyrics and Videos
02 Rapist Eyes (05:04)
Draw me a bloodbath o' sweet rapist eyes,
As all the bruised babies hum lullabies,
Burnt at the stake old souls fill the skies,
Sacrificed for all humanities lies,
I summoned a demon and took it to bed,
I don't recall exactly what was said,
It tied my hands and feet to my bed,
I don't recall exactly what was said,
You got the look that makes detectives itch,
A mouthful of thunder and feverish pitch,
A cross between Satan and a Gucci witch,
Your disposition would make Hitler flinch,
Oh sweet rapist eyes look what you've done to me,
You burned down the temple where the children were sleeping,
Ashes and smoke rose up to the sky,
The memories bloom as the future dies,
Show me some sympathy,
In his image god made me ugly,
Envy and lust,
You are so beautiful,
Don't look at me with those sweet rapist eyes,
Perhaps it's the wine or the soft candlelight,
But I'm under your spell I'm all yours tonight,
The phones off the hook and my tongue is tied.
07 Pogo the Clown (02:26)
Pogo happy clown molester
Paints his face to disguise the jester
Joined the local moose lodge chapter
Spawning evil ever after
He picks his prey up at the bar
Gets him drunk and in the car
Drives him home and down the stairs
Strips to his underwears
Pogo you're gonna burn in hell
Murder victim slice and smile
Serial killer pedophile
Look into those empty eyes
You know when it's your time to die
He cuts you up in little bits
Cuts you up in little bits
Goes bop bop on your head again
Spills your blood now he's soaked in sin
Pogo you're gonna burn in hell
Drives all night through the city streets
Where he carves his victims like a piece of meat
Spoke to the devil the other day
And John is doing fine
Drives all night through the city streets
Where he carves his victims like a piece of meat
Spoke to the devil the other day
And John is doing fine
Oh the end is true
When the sun goes down on the city streets
You know Pogo's comin after you
Oh the end is true
When the sun goes down on the city streets
Pogo's comin after you
Drives all night through the city streets
Where he carves his victims like a piece of meat
Spoke to the devil the other day
And John is doing fine
Drives all night through the city streets
Where he carves his victims like a piece of meat
Spoke to the devil the other day
And John is doing fine
Pogo you're gonna burn in hell
09 Nude in the Wilderness (03:31)
if i was the son of god
I'd live alone nude in the wilderness
the animals would speak to me
and approach me without hesitation
the birds would sing to scarecrows
in circadian rhythm
inside the garden of desperation
a voice could be heard
and all the plastic politician devils cry
as all the skyscrapers come crashing to the ground
what ever happened to a quiet simple life
innocence is lost as we near our final day
deep in the forest
the apparitions are all in attendance
phantoms and specters
converge in silence under the moonlight
behind this illusion
is a union of theanthropism
inside the garden of desperation
a voice could be heard
and all the plastic politician devils cry
as all the skyscrapers come crashing to the ground
what ever happened to a quiet simple life
innocence is lost as we near our final day
falling bombs on babylon
what a perfect ending to it all
falling bombs on babylon
what a perfect ending to it all
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