Out Hud - S.T.R.E.E.T. D.A.D.

Reviews of S.T.R.E.E.T. D.A.D.

Rating Summary
5 by Rolling Stone Art-funk students non-pareil, this cool and collected Brooklyn band uses guitars like proper rhythm instruments, meshed best (as on "My Two Nads") with penetrating drums, space synths and a dash of st... Read more
n/a by www.dustedmagazine.com An instant classic. Few records contemplate such grandeur and fewer still achieve it. Read more
n/a by www.adequacy.net Simply put, you need to own this record. Read more
n/a by Pitchfork Media Out Hud also back up their flash with remarkable substance, setting their music apart from anything as one-dimensional as standard club offerings or moody trance cuts. Read more
n/a by Billboard With such a variety of moods and sounds, "S.T.R.E.E.T. D.A.D." turns out to be the rarest of albums: able to make you think but more interested in making you dance. Read more
n/a by www.stylusmagazine.com Has a laid-back, gleeful quality to it, one that gives the listener the sense that its musicians are making things up as they go along, unable to hide their excitement at the fact that it all sounds so unexpectedly awesome. Read more
n/a by www.theonionavclub.com Out Hud's scaled-back sonic template doesn't always necessitate its lack of vocals, but at its best, S.T.R.E.E.T. D.A.D. whispers toward a worthy future rather than shouting down the past. Read more
n/a by Popmatters It sounds hard to imagine these influences joining harmoniously, but they do. Read more
n/a by www.nudeasthenews.com Although some aspects of the group's live show threaten to turn the entire thing into an ironic joke, the excellent music here betrays no such mixed messages. Read more
n/a by www.almostcool.org Street Dad is one of the coolest, most fun releases that I've heard in quite awhile. Read more
n/a by www.villagevoice.com Had little, lyric-less Out Hud arrived in 1993, their recombinant shoogity-oogity would have eliminated the need for a Tortoise, and I never would've had to pretend Iannis Xenakis was "interesting" or take that junket to Nobukazu Takamura's ostrich farm. Read more
n/a by www.splendidezine.com It's a languid and elaborate affair -- a throbbing amalgamation of wiry, Au Pairsian art-funk, steely Gang of Four resolve and Cabaret Voltaire-inflected industrial howl. Read more
n/a by Junkmedia When the compositions behind the words are as dull and lifeless as the album's core ("This Bum's Paid" and "Hair Dude, You're Stepping on my Mystique") the results are utterly disastrous, relying too heavily on tried dissonance over unimpressively staid tempos. Read more