Yes, it sounds like a new Judas Priest song but Portland, Oregon’s, Drunk Dad, is about to unload their debut LP Ripper Killer. Five Pack opens like a guitar choking on beer, gasping for air going down the wrong tube. Singer/guitarist Dane Herrin screams out the lungs of the mic filling the track with a dirty, grungy punk noise rush, shaking the week old mountain of beer cans in the corner. Life’s Work’s first minute is instrumental with frantic, busy drums then Herrin’s, Perry Farrell shitfaced with lungs bleeding, vocals happen, leading the song to an almost clean sounding end. Fuck in Garbage with despair driven guitars; starting out with sludgy bass and Cobain’s worst angst and anger on a bad day, with an Alice In Chains vibe around the two minute mark.
Light A Fire’s circle pit friendly buildup, hoarse vocals, sounds of guitar destruction without the rock star decadence, finishes with a slow disturbing sing along and a trash can throwaway finale. S.O.U’s gangly, cranking guitars give way to galloping drums and hammering guitars into the gutter with vocals over two minutes in.
At almost eight minutes Ripper Killer is a lot of guitars screaming, drums hitting like an oncoming militant army and vocals screeching a hole into the night with self-loathing Nirvana noise. Guitar notes tangled in barbed wire, their pain quieted three minutes in by more subtle plucks playing and preparing for the next barrage.
Worthless is gristled, gnarling, static intensity with the ripping, shredding tear of feedback and a sharp toothed beast devouring the bands gear. Whisky Liver has a southern jam feel riding on the deadly in mass quantities dry mouth liquor.
Drunk Dad will be coming to your neck of the woods soon. Bring the whole brood, it’s a family affair.
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