Stupid is a slippery slope. Too Many Daves have golf shoes on. It’s just the right degree of stupid—astronauts-with-bongs, pizza-eating, Pabst-at-the-dawn-of-time stupid—but played with a self deprecating smirk and true, songcrafted hooks. “Fat Doodes” is both an anthem and a way of life distilled to three of four lines, with a guitar lead that snakes around and squeezes the best of its “song juice” out like a python. How many songs can you say do that? A guilty pleasure without the guilt.
–todd (Kiss Of Death)