I bet you wish you had a cool Studio_Dad instead of a lame regular Dad. While Studio_Dad is a slick producer, running a label out of San Francisco and working with shrewd, street-smart visionaries like Ricky Lake, Tia Nomore, and Taifa Nia, your Dad is burning your college fund on sports betting- and always landing on the flipside of a windfall, every. damn. time! While Studio_Dad is sugar-coating sunbeams, inlining a '90s zest and a Californicated twist into the teeming bliss of tempered heartbeats and fissuring teenage fantasies with the help of vocalist Tzar on a track like "Tightrope" off his 2023
Endless Summer EP, your Dad is getting his wallet pumped and dumped in yet another crypto charade or investment bamboozle he read about on that app where the SpaceX CEO keeps posting videos of himself burning millions of dollars under the premise of reinventing nominal space flight- where does Elon need to go anyway? Does he think he won't owe alimony if he skips town for Mars? While Studio_Dad is working with Madge and Taifa Nia to encode sparks of rhyme and reason over a cyber-wired pop-punk-styled stitch-up, "In My Side," underscored with the grit of resilience and the tremors of soft revenge, your Dad has a new girlfriend who keeps forgetting your name and won't stop vaping in the house- it doesn't stain the curtains or make the furniture smell weird (at least not permanently), but it's still nasty as hell, can't she do that outside or in the garage? While Studio_Dad is bestowing unnatural strength and ghouly pep to the sinking lonesome and subterranean despair of Siri Seiko's quick-lash laments and the drip-patterned thaw of Ricky Lake's frozen heart as it fights to warm itself back to life on the track "Unalive," your Dad is trying to jujitsu his way out of the 36% APR loan he took out on an F-Series pickup that he drove off the lot and totaled in the same week. While Studio_Dad is taking off on a smooth, synthy, beach-coating R&B getaway with Tia Nomore, Stoni, and Amen on "For the Weekend," and cutting a gold-cast, classic neo-soul shimmy for Stoni and Siri Seiko to bop some bars over on "Better Days," your Dad is red-faced, filming an angry Reel in a rented SUV with all the windows up and his neck meat rolls sweating like a brick of spam folding over itself in the summer heat, howling about Brandon like he's not going to have to take out a second mortgage to fill that tanker up before he head into the office tomorrow. How much clearer of a picture can I paint here? For all his faults, I'm sure you still love your Dad, but as sure as I am that
Endless Summer is tits-to-toes all-jams, I'm dead ass certain you wish your Dad was a little more like Studio_Dad.
Text Me (maybe) Records.
