RECOMMENDED
Supposedly features a former member of the Lilys, which is like
saying “features the owner of an automobile made by Ford” or like saying
nothing, really, once the down-stroked bass, stupid-distorto vocals and
perfect drums open up for an aggro-fied GOGOGOarrogance take on
turn-‘o’-the-century post-post-punk. There’s a slight whiff of fellow
Philly greats Northern Liberties/Erode and Disappear but this is mostly
of its own claustrophobically-unhinged design, in so much as it made me
think about Atari Teenage Riot without sounding at all like Atari
Teenage Riot, and revealed a lot of hidden (by fidelity choices) magic,
yet failed to lose any of the immediate power that hit me
first-exposure. This is noise-rock for those who don’t want to hear
another band fuck up their Cows or Hammerhead-in-the-mirror practice in
public. Though Dog and Pony is no longer an active performing unit, the
fine people at Founding Fathers were right to think this band’s sole
album deserved an official shot at becoming a keeper in collections full
of keepers. Only 300 of these were pressed, but I’d wager that a good
slice of those reading could order a copy right now. Trust me, I love a
crusade more than a crucifying, so get this thing and don’t forget it
when the year-end list bullshit tries to get in your ear later on … if
you are that type.
-Andrew Earles,
Still Single
