Love, Dad's Band of the Week: The Budos Band

I've been on this horn kick for a few weeks and last week I was gifted with the new leak of the new Budos Band LP.

I fucking LOVE Budos.

I was introduced to them by my friend Marco who gave me everything from The Budos (on Daptone Records) and Truth and Soul Records that he had at his disposal and I spent the better part of a month engrossed in this sound that was straight out of a movie where I would be wearing chaps, chewing a toothpick and calling every guy I saw "hombre".

The amazing thing about the Budos Band is that wherever you are, their sound fits in with your environment. From city streets to suburban willow trees to rural country roads, I've used these here albums to provide the soundtrack to the movie I find myself starring in every time I hit play.

Seeing them live was one of the most intimate shows I've ever been to, and the fact that I stood close enough get blasted with some horn player's spit valve was proof that I was ok with being spat on with a dope ass soundtrack such as budos.

Rather than bore you with "this album makes me feel like chevy chase in Fletch Lives where his pink caddilac stalls on him"-like tales of awesome just do me a favor, pick up these, put em on while doing something mundane (like dishes or laundry or wiping baby ass) and amaze yourself at how badass you look doing those things with this music on.

Oh. and Tim Baker(pictured below):
 

"just cant get into Budos" which im pretty sure on my planet is an instant admission that his fucking testicles are located inside of his ovaries, the fucking taintmassaging rapebagel.