Originally Posted by monstar_serum_booster
Yeh the titles are reminiscent of Fallout Boy...
I love this band but this album recycled 70% of the tracks from their previous work.. kinda lazy if you ask me..
This band is sick...but in a good way.
I recorded This Record. Yes the Production is raw. It's supposed to be. Have you ever seen them live?? The record is a perfect example of their live show. They will be comming back into the studio after they get back from tour. Be on the lookout for some new songs by Tony Danza T.D.E. in the next few months.
rock on thanks for the update man
Don’t let the hilarious name or the bizarre song-titles fool you, this band plays fuming, technical music. Although I am a fan of technical bands, I’m not the biggest fan of straight up-grind because there are usually no breaks in the assault; there’s no groove. But when such a band infuses their sound with other elements, such as The Dillinger Escape Plan’s jazz/grind/metal amalgamation, I’m hooked. With their eponymous debut full-length on Corrosive Recordings, The Tony Danza Tapdance Extravaganza has managed to take the grind elements of bands such as Ed Gein, combine it with the jagged/distorted vocal/stop-start/note-pinching style of Botch, and add their own southern flavor. Although the production on the record is raw, it somehow seems to fit their sound.
The album is constantly morphing, although more subtlely than a band like Between the Buried and Me, whose transitions are more apparent though no less seamless. On this record, one minute there will be blast beats raining from all degrees and the next a bouncy groove will assume the forefront. “Daddy’s Coming Up” is definitely a highlight, full of maniacal note-pinching--to the point of evoking a laser--paired with a bad-ass swagger. It’s hard to discuss other specific songs, because most sound fairly similar, but clearly the most interesting song is final track, hilariously titled “Big Pun’s Not Dead Because I Just Saw Him at Krispy Kreme.”
After a Notorious B.I.G. sample, the band launches into a battering straight from the depths of hell. Because this is a longer song, there are actually gaps in the bludgeoning. But even these are overflowing with tension, as if the band wanted to let the wounds they’ve inflicted through the course of the album fester, until the final execution comes. After a period of silence, one of the band members actually starts rapping, albeit in an obviously satirical way, and this contrasts beautifully with the preceding fury. Some of the funniest lines are, “Life is so trivial/I’m crying in my cereal” and “Drop my gold fronts off in my ranch dip/Wipe my mouth on the waitress’s shirt and leave a five dollar tip.”