Inspired by mothers, DOVE LADY is Andrew Thawley and Jeremy Ray.
recorded, mixed, and mastered by Mitch Clem
cover art by Samantha Brekosky
all tapes come with free digital download, but you can get mp3s here:
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"A band that thrives on boundless creativity can have a lot of fun with art-punk, case in point, Washington DC's Dove Lady. After a string of wildly divergent EPs that highlighted Jeremy Ray (guitar/vocals) and AJ Thawley (drums/vocals) chameleon approach to art-rock's visionary scope and post-everything's tangled mania, the duo are set to release their full length debut, One (out June 23rd via DZ Tapes and Inflated Records). If the EPs found Dove Lady experimenting to see exactly what they were capable of with a lack of concern for cohesion, than One is the culmination of two year's well-spent, a record that continuously shifts and squirms with the grace of a veteran band.
Dove Lady make the impossible seem impossible, a duo bred from the maximalism-out-of-minimalism school of punk thought. There's an excitement that pulses throughout the entire record, a chaotic and unpredictable album that recalls both glimpses of their hometown's finest bands (Shudder To Think, Faraquet, Beauty Pill) and the new breed of limitless art-rock weirdos (Caddywhompus, Fond Han, Palm). Which isn't to say they sound like any of those bands, but their DNA is about as strong as they come and as delightfully reckless as those peers may imply.
Opening with first single "7777," Dove Lady waste no time flexing their muscle, diving into a spastic post-hardcore spiral with jagged riffs, rhythmic shifts that bend space and time, and vocals that shout and howl one moment only to softly croon the next. It sets the tone for the album's warped structures and explosive willingness to confound, but doing so while making the complex shifts sound deceptively accessible. "Sunday" follows suit, built on angular contortions and the contrast of the song's dreamy vocals, that is until it combusts in the defiant hook, unfolding and recreating itself anew. Dove Lady are capable of dropping jaws at just about every turn, and it's best to pay close attention because it happens often.
"Carl Salesman" is pure magic, a song with divergent pieces that have no business together in any conventional sense, and yet not only do Dove Lady make it sound natural, they blur perception to make it sound almost obvious. Opening with creaking, squawking, jittery math-punk, the song unexpectedly resolves into a loose free-jazz swing and R&B centered harmonies. Just as the dust of the intro has settled, the band are back into tangled polyrhythms, eventually shifting once more into the record's most primal moment of punk aggression. Unpredictability rules everything around this record. "Drunk Bug" is another spectacular moment (on a record seemingly crawling with them), a disorienting and detuned intro creates mounting tension only to release into a caterwauling collapse, wriggling just as suddenly back into a singular line of cartoonish harmony before quickly devolving back into chaos. It's those brief earworms that highlight Dove Lady's charms, driving off the cliff with smiles plastered on their faces.
One is a difficult record to talk about without talking about all of it, a testament to it's many brilliant twists and turns. The cavalcade of sonic brilliance never ends and it never sits still, as radiant in syrupy fuzz detachment ("Uplifting Song") and warped prog-tinged funk ("Ferbalicious"), as it is with dreary noise pop freak-outs ("What's Wrong Roberta?"). By the time "Boar Switch" digs into it's hypnotic clamor, anything and everything is possible, and Dove Lady continue to dive further into the unknown, bouncing between spastic riffs and disjointed rhythms, embracing all that came before and all that is still to come. Want to feel excited about music? Listen to Dove Lady." - Post-Trash
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"Punk is only one edge of Dove Lady’s experimental territory on One. Throughout the album, they transition from post-hardcore to jazz, and even to a moment of R&B smoothness on “Carl Salesman.” And when they do get loud, the duo never fully loses control. Rhythmic and tight all the way through, they only skirt the edges of chaos before dissolving into calm—a move that's as exciting as total mayhem. Dove Lady are masters of tension and release." - ThrdCoast
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"...rising and falling with exuberant forms of expression as it cuts in and out focus, the rough and the smooth, the dark and the light; a swirling mass of noise to light a fire under your day." - GoldFlakePaint
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"‘7777’ is the albums opening track, kicking it off with a roaring surge of thundering guitars, boisterous drums and high-energy vocals. What I also like about this track are the unexpected moments of contrast that have been tucked away [in] its musical sleeve, where the song slides into a slower-paced lull, with bendy notes and a dreamy hue, delivering calm amidst the melodic chaos." - The Listening Post Blog
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"For their first proper full-length album, One, Dove Lady delivers pure blasts of cathartic, heavy riffs and banging drums. It’s skronky, angular post-hardcore that seamlessly weaves in an array of influences, from free jazz to noise rock, emo, and even shades of pop-punk." - Washington City Paper