Dumb

Dumb – Club Nites (album review)

by Woody on June 18, 2019

Photo credit to Marisa Holmes

You ever have a friend that spends the whole night making pointed observations that are spot-on, mostly funny while being just mean enough to question whether you should be laughing or not. Club Nites is that but spanned over an album of post-punk and I for one, I am down with it.

Over the span of 14 tracks, front man Franco Rossini holds court on a typical evening’s proceedings. His lyrics are jaded as is if he’s just about had it with the whole lot of us. Hell, he even sings De Mas in Spanish just to make sure nobody is safe from his ire. The songs are short, the riffs are caustic and the whole time you’re feeling just a wee bit uncomfortable which is great.

Calling themselves Dumb is fall advertising as this is a clever album from start to finish. You’d be smart (see what I did there) to check these guys out.

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Photo credit to Marisa Holmes

Dumb are a four-piece out of Vancouver. They play short post-punk tunes where frontman Franco Rossino spews out irascible observations. I’ve heard two tunes and I’m down to clown with these guys. If you dig Parquet Courts, you should be running, not walking to listen to them. Club Nites! is out on June 7th via the fine folks at Mint Records. Here’s some more info from the PR team.

As the title indicates, Club Nites is a collection of narratives drawn from the nightlife ecosystem.Attempting to break from the typical romanticized version of “the club” as seen on TV, the album instead depicts a bleak social setting, where we zoom in on seemingly petty details in order to reveal the cracks that Hollywood forgot to fill.

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