The Deathray Davies
The Deathray Davies are a criminally unknown indie pop band from Dallas, Texas, that have been consistently putting out hook-heavy, high energy rock albums for seven years. Last year's The Kick and the Snare was one of the best of the year and one that critics and bloggers raved about, but, for reasons unknown to me, went under the general population's radar. The album, along with 1999's Drink With the Grown-Ups and Listen to the Jazz, 2000's The Return of the Drunken Ventriloquist, 2002's The Day of the Ray, and 2004's Midnight at teh Black Nail Polish Factory, should have put the band in the same ranks as The Shins, Foutains of Wayne, and The New Pornographers. The band draws equally from Guided by Voices and The Kinks. They haven't played in St. Louis in three and a half years (they played at the Hi-Pointe with Centro-matic), but here's to hoping they come back soon.
Here are two songs - "The Fall Fashions" (gotta love the horns!) and "Plan to Stay Awake" (new-wave rave up).
The Deathray Davies - Plan To Stay Awake
posted by Mr. Dividing By Zero at 9:28 PM
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Chewing gum swallows air and straws add air too
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tartans
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some
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corn
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You come over here, burping and farting... I suppose I asked for it...
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