Who doesn’t like a good folk yarn about spousal-abuse revenge (“Grandma Sitting In The Corner With A Penis In Her Hand Going ‘No, No, No, No, No’”), cripple baiting (“Where’s Jerry Lewis?”) or after-school-special depravity that’s roll-on-the-floor hilarious (“Which One Of You Gave My Daughter The Dope?”)? My Daughter The Broad is one of the funniest albums ever made.Ĭatching Up: The Frogs went on to have a delusional flirtation with stardom, with both Dennis and Jimmy playing with the Smashing Pumpkins and Jimmy touring and recording with Sebastian Bach. My Daughter confounded and titillated with tunes about male and female sexual deviances, study-hall pervert mutilation, molestation fantasies and other songs that raised eyebrows yet made no sense. My Daughter The Broad ended a seven-year drought during which no new Frogs album was released, thus depriving the world of their offensive and mostly satirical songs. The group saw its 1991 album, Racially Yours (an LP whose cover featured Dennis in blackface), go unreleased for nine years for fairly obvious reasons. And the brothers Flemion have found a way not only to keep it, but to improve upon it musically.The politically correct early ’90s weren’t kind to Milwaukee pseudo-brothers Jimmy and Dennis Flemion, the clever/crude duo known as The Frogs.
And jeepers! There's even a Bob Dylan cover: "Billy."Īs treasured irritants go, the Frogs have earned an indie cred that most bands would kill for. "Better than God" offers motivation therapy, while a delightfully egotistic "Enter I" might have you double-taking for Robert Pollard of Guided by Voices. Heartfelt ballads such as "The Longing Goes Away" and "Bad Mommy" shimmer with great beauty even over-the-top numbers like "Nipple Clamps" somehow manage to locate enormous feeling despite any willful jocularity: It's Ray Davies by way of Bob Crane. With lyrics elevated above mere crudeness (consult Matador's 1996 release, My Daughter the Broad, for their most raunchy batch), the two have reached a maturation point that now employs orchestral arrangements to soften their honest contempt for everything under the sun.īecause the Frogs let younger brother Jimmy handle vocals this go-round, any stigma they hold as a one-joke band can finally be dissolved for good. They blend muted drums, toy pianos, harps, horns, strings and a raft of acoustic guitars into lush and engaging tapestries. With customarily savage humor, the Froggies pool from their strum-happier sides for a solid collection of pastoral folk rock.
The pair's first, full-throttle, studio-recorded album gives plenty of reason to uncork some champagneski in the name of all things perverted. And with a huge, unreleased backlog of "made-up songs" (enough to rival both Ween and New Zealand's Tall Dwarves), this Milwaukee-based twosome inspires curiosity every time it avails itself to the listening public. As alleged "gay supremacists" who once rattled the cage of underground music with 1989's cult classic It's Only Right and Natural, Dennis and Jimmy Flemion have gone beyond telling the world, "We are homos, hear us roar." Racially Yours found them singing about ethnic tension - with one brother in blackface, the other in whiteface - in an attempt to shock members of both polarized tribes.
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