Can I admit something to you, faithful reader? I don’t have a ton of time for this site. Or, really, for keeping up with the Nashville music scene in general. I moved away to Brooklyn a few years ago but always felt beholden to the Nashville area because that’s where my roots lie and I truly believe the music emerging from the area is more diverse and interesting and captivating than just about anyone gives it credit for.
My lack of time for properly tending to this site leads to a lot of oversights. I’m not even saying that from a journalistic standpoint. I have no doubt that The Cream and all the other Nashville music blogs are covering this stuff in a timely manner. I’m saying this on a PERSONAL front. I missed out of music and I lament it.
I’ll leave all the rambling above and summarize with this – Mom and Dad are a fascinatingly weird band. The album art is a good indication of their off kilter nature but to fully appreciate it, give WHICH ?? a listen in headphones. The album is filled with joyful madness that comes through best when you’re fully immersed in it. Vocal sizzles, weird moans, time phasing, and doubled up rants should not be missed.
This is the weirdness I want to crawl out of Nashville and I hate that it took me nine months to become area.Â