No longer content to mumble low-fi and lovelorn, Bill "Smog" Callahan has taken it upon himself to construct actual songs. Of course, he hasn't lost his darkly sardonic edge. On "Dress Sexy for My Funeral", he instructs... more » a lover (with his oddly compelling deadpan delivery) to add some spice to his wake. Elsewhere, Callahan busies himself examining the wreck-strewn intersection of Sex Avenue and Death Street. Someone else's problems were never this interesting! --S. Duda« less
No longer content to mumble low-fi and lovelorn, Bill "Smog" Callahan has taken it upon himself to construct actual songs. Of course, he hasn't lost his darkly sardonic edge. On "Dress Sexy for My Funeral", he instructs a lover (with his oddly compelling deadpan delivery) to add some spice to his wake. Elsewhere, Callahan busies himself examining the wreck-strewn intersection of Sex Avenue and Death Street. Someone else's problems were never this interesting! --S. Duda
"as a fan of old and new smog, i think this record hasn't been done justice. sure it is a little longer than past smog efforts, but it's not like the songs are over-indulgent jams or anything. they are still sparse and plaintive and smog. once people learn not to judge a record by its first single and catchiest track (dress sexy - which when i saw him play last year, had to be requested - he didn't even think to play his 'radio-friendly hit', if you could ever call a smog song a hit...well maybe cold blooded old times)the world will be a better place.
tortoise fans won't recognise the backing of jeff parker and john mcentire on most of the songs because they are playing in 4/4 with a lo-fi troubador instead of bitney, mccombs and machine. they provide a wonderful backing (the velvet underground chugalug never sounded so fresh - see cold discovery).
the melodies themselves are very appealing. if red apple falls was his well...red (very o'rourke) record, and knock knock was his teenage record, then this is his love record. his dry wit has never been so sharp.
the various producers don't mess the songs up and it end with a beautiful melody complete with 'oh god's' and a twinkly piano.
and if you thought the little kids on no dancing and hit the ground running were out of place (but not at all) then cop an earful of the dongettes on bloodflow.
i liked it and you will too. you will want to listen to it more than 5 or 6 times."
The album Smog Fans were afraid would be made (brilliant).
gapskank76 | 12/14/2000
(4 out of 5 stars)
"Dongs is not what fans of Smog's early work will be looking for. It is loaded with songs that nuzzle up to popular song styles, with decent production (compared to the 4 track stuff on most of the old albums). That said, Dongs is a brilliant record. Its bound to build Smog (Bill Calahan) a much wider audience, which could upset some long time fans. Still, this album isn't selling the staunchly DIY Calahan out. Quite the contrary. The songs are still insightful and slightly weird. For example, Dress Sexy At My Funeral, the albums second cut. Strange title, hilariously dry song. And that's just the beginning. Dongs is a lot brighter than Red Apple Falls, almost giddy by comparison. I would reccomend this as a starting point for anyone curious about Smog. The early stuff is a bit challenging. This album is just fun."
The long and miserable road
Hippie Smell | Brooklyn | 09/03/2004
(5 out of 5 stars)
"From reading the reviews below, I don't understand why everyone is shocked at this being a well produced album. The two albums that Bill released before this were produced by Jim O'Rourke, and you can't tell me that guy can't produce. Anyway, on this album teams up with Tim Mcentyre from Tortoise to produce this album and let me tell you it sounds great. The album is really long and full of some choice songs. Justice Aversion is a nice descending chord progression played out on a keyboard w/the classic Bill Callahan twists in the lyrics 'I root for the bank robber, in the getaway car'. Dress Sexy at my Funeral is a classic and should be a staple in any Smog fan's collection. Overall if you like (smog), Leonard Cohen, or the Velvet Underground you'll probably really enjoy this album. Good music for when you lie down and turn out the lights for bed. Highly recommended purchase."
New Smog Record Shines
Ross Gianfortune | Washington, DC United States | 04/07/2000
(5 out of 5 stars)
"well, to be totally honest, i was expecting another disappointment (a la 1998's "knock knock") when i saw that smog had a new album out. however, i was pleasently suprised. bill callahan (who IS smog) seems to have crafted some fine songs here eerily similar to his "wild love" album. "justice aversion" has a whole new melody but a similar beat, instrumentation and mood as "bathysphere." but, bill adds more. on "bloodflow" he adds a chorus that sings a song literally about blood. on "strayed" he has a nice little foray into a black sabbath-esque riff. but, the gem on this one is the second track, "dress sexy at my funeral." it's got all the smog staples: deadpan delivery, themes about loss, love, and death, and the symphony of the five piece band that is sometimes lost in post-red apple falls smog records. all this adds to a good record, plus a better backing band that includes guitar player jeff parker and multi-intstrumentalist/producer john mcentire from tortoise."
If this is Bill happy, I'd hate to see him sad
KP | UK/Germany | 05/27/2000
(5 out of 5 stars)
"Another year, another Bill Callaghan CD. The main man of Smog, he's written some really not very happy records in his time. Last year's Knock Knock was deemed to be his "teen record" though for some reason it failed to challenge Britney Spears for chart position. And his new one, Dongs of Sevotion (stop it! My sides are splitting!) is unlikely to, either. Which is a tragedy. Put simply, music isn't there just for the nice things in life, it's for the sad, odd, slightly deranged bits too. In this LP, Happy Bill sings songs about [well, sort of about, you're never entirely sure] Rwanda in Bloodflow "No time for a tete-a-tete, can I borrow your machete", rape on Cold Discovery "I can hold a woman down on a hardwood floor", and lightens up considerably on Dress Sexy At My Funeral, in which he tells his wife to make a speech at his funeral telling the congregation the numerous public places they had sex. There's always a dry humour alongside the melancholy, stopping Smog from becoming a miseryfest, though it takes a few listens. Put simply, don't play this to your new lover...fantastic stuff.I wonder if Ricky Martin will do a cover of "Strayed"?"