The DHDFD’s have developed a reputation for their live shows. Loud, chaotic and confrontational, the band tends to leave an impression. But when it comes time to make a record, these are qualities difficult to capture. No one can tell that you are singing while hanging upside down off the light truss when it’s coming out of their speakers. However, their latest release and first full-length album French Fries has certainly captured the essence of the DHDFD’s aural assault.
Not known for their subtlety, the DHDFD’s kick off this album with their characteristic wall of noise. 'Wasting My Time' doesn’t waste any time getting up to speed or hanging around, clocking in at a generous 1:18min. If you are not a fan of frenetic guitar playing, driving rhythms and frenzied vocal caterwauling then French Fries isn’t for you. Too bad. You miss out.
There’s a certain whiplash effect that the DHDFD’s have always had. With their musical OCD chopping and changing and genre hopping, there is never a dull moment. However, compared to earlier releases like Fromage Du Pouvoir or Pastor of Muppets, French Fries is more refined and focused. I would hesitate to say ‘mature’ – it’s not an adjective that seems appropriate here. But more importantly: there are some great tracks here – there’s the awkward yet strangely compelling disco frenzy of 'Babysitters’ Club', the unexpected dark ambient brooding of 'Smang' and the blast beat attack of Pessimist. It’s a relentless listen with hardly an opportunity to catch your breath.
French Fries is a success. While not a facsimile of their live show, the DHDFD’s aesthetic is in full effect. Producer Kody Nielson has done a great job capturing their energy while only leaving the slightest fingerprint around the edges. This is an uncompromising release from an uncompromising band. They don’t need you to like but you should listen anyway.
