When I was a much younger man, some friends acquainted me with an odd band from Seattle (Milwaukee actually; thanks John!) called The Frogs. Although at first I discounted their music as bad, ad-libbed, lo-fi drivel, their songs began to grow on me after awhile. They were goofy as all Hell, but by God their songs stayed funny well after the first listen. In fact, they got funnier the more you heard them. I have since amassed a large-ish collection of their work, but 1996's My Daughter The Broad was my introduction to the band, and hence, I present it here.
Though it's (technically) all in jest, few bands can bring the emotional resonance that The Frogs do. Take, for instance, "Gwendolyn MacRae", in which their vocalist takes on the role of a concerned parent lamenting the disappearance of their child. "My daughter's missing / So I called the authorities", he sings, "I hope she hasn't been raped / This world's a mystery to me." Powerful shit, even though you can hear him stifling laughter throughout.
Or take a song like "I'm Sad The Goat Just Died Today", with its heartbreaking opening lines of "I'm sad because my goat just died today / Sad, my goat just fell in the hay / Heyyy". Ouch!
My initial assessment of this band could not have been more wrong. Drivel? Fie! GENIUS! Who else can title a song "Grandma Sitting in the Corner With a Penis in Her Hand Going 'No, No, No, No, No'" and make it sound perfectly natural? No one!
A novelty album? Perhaps. But a novelty album packed full of soul-searching, off-the-cuff brilliance.
Visceral. Powerful. A tour-de-force.
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