DAME: Self-titled: LP

Been waiting for this one and I am zero percent disappointed. Still spooky, still spicy. In the same vein as one of my perennial favorites White Lung (whose disbandment I still mourn to this day), Dame continues to take the skeleton of straightforward punk sensibilities and take them through a series of journeys akin to Bill and Ted’s trips in their telephone booth. These songs are never out of place, they are haunting in a way that makes you feel the more meta-commentary that’s happening beyond the lyrics. There’s no pretention but also no false urgency. I feel like I’m listening to a dark Berlin or Nena in that I can dance to it but it still lets me sit with all the fucked up feelings that come with living in 2020. –Theresa W. (Beach Impediment)