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Doodie Calls

Occasionally, there is high art in low comedy, and if you're looking for proof, don't look any further than Dingleberry Dynasty. Every bit as much comedy troupe as rock band, the Annapolis-based septet just happens to be equally adept at both. As a companion piece to the Dynasty's legendary live performances, "Doodie Calls" manages to conjure up the ghosts of Frank Zappa, Ian Drury, Monty Python, and Spinal Tap while making winking references to the Beatles, hair bands, Beach Boys, and Black Sabbath for good measure. In fact, the Osbournes would be served well with "Doodie Calls" as their permanent soundtrack. They're the first rock band based on the belief that rock bands are intrinsically ridiculous. But, how does one describe Dingleberry Dynasty's songs in a family publication? Well, when a man and a woman love each other very much, they express that love in a physical way, and then baby comes - there are some songs about that. And, sometimes, when Daddy's away on business, Mommy resorts to a reasonable facsimile of Daddy's love in a manner that is often powered by batteries - there are some songs about that too. And sometimes, after Daddy has a large meal, he pads down the hall with newspaper in hand to make nice-nice - there are lots of songs about that. There are songs about dogs jumping up on your leg, Turkish prisons, silicone enhancements, and well, urine, but it's not like that. It's funny. Really. Never resorting to actual cussing, Dingleberry Dynasty is the class clown from high school that was actually talented. For example, in just over four minutes, the bombastic "Cool Tonight" takes on "Leader of the Pack," gangsta rap, Eddie Van Halen's guitar solos, Jersey girls, Twisted Sister, muscle cars, and Def Leppard fans. That, my friend, is good stuff. With their intentionally sophomoric approach, it's as if Dingleberry Dynasty is the Andy Kaufman of rock bands, secretly laughing at those who laugh at them, but it doesn't make it any less entertaining. Call them sophomoric. Call them juvenile. I call them Dingleberry Dynasty and I love them.

Dan

Live at Eastport Clipper

"And now! The band that made Vanilla Ice run like a little baby! D i n g l e b e r r y D i n a s t y!!!!" With that one of the most bizarre bands around starts their show. Picture rocky horror in the toilet and you kind of get a description of what I mean. The band by itself plays very well. On top of that you get theater unlike any other. Songs about necrophelia, dildos, hermaphrodites and a short play about prison rape are just a few of the oddities that Dingleberry Dynasty bundles into their show. If you can check good taste at the door you will love this band. Weak stomachs and those who cower like Vanilla Ice, a true story, had better run. Lock up grandma and check out this band if you dare.

SkaBoy

http://www.dingleberrydynasty.com