Following in the wake of the pizza movement, whose trailblazer, the
Pizza Underground, burned too fast and half as bright, comes Dan Soto of Dan
Soto and the High Doses fame. The jokester from Stamford, Massachusetts, a town
I know strictly because of the American version of The Office, does not take anything very seriously. Make of that
what you will – I make of that a recipe for a swinging good time.
Yes, you turkeys, if you don’t like humor and a healthy level of
brotherly camaraderie, then what are you doing here? What are you doing with
your life? Who cares if Dan and his bros are total hipsters, it’s the principle
of this tape that rings universally true. You have a few brews, a few rips from
the bong, you make music. You put your arms around each other’s shoulders. You
smile. It’s the spirit of Nathan Williams before he became a total d-bag.
(Check that – Nathan Williams has always been a total d-bag.)
The smiling, mustachioed cartoon character on the
front cover pretty much says it all: if Bob’s
Burgers was a show called Bob’s
Basement Jams, it wouldn’t be culturally out of place in the slightest. I
mean, seriously – there are two songs about birthdays, two songs about thinking
and/or knowing things, one song literally only about liking pizza (called
“Pizza”; sample lyric: “Pizza, pizza, why not have a piece of pizza?”), and
another called “My Baby Face.” Gang, don’t think, just do.
The album gets its name from pre-song banter, and
many of the songs feature snippets of studio dialogue at the beginning and end,
reinforcing every notion one would have that this is light, breezy, enjoyable
fare. I had a lot of fun listening to it. Macaulay Culkin probably would be
jealous of it. Ditto the Wavves team. Whatever. I’m hungry.
--Ryan Masteller