The Tah-Dahs

Imagine Jonathan Richman on a ten-year bender. Imagine Magnetic Fields with blood on their hands. Imagine Gang of Four before they were ever name-dropped. Imagine Talking Heads beating down art-school kids for milk money. Imagine a Slint you could dance to. Imagine a world where The Replacements had the will to live, a world where pretty girls liked Dinosaur Jr.
In Dallas, there lives a three-headed monster of a rock band called The Tah-Dahs, and they’ll stomp your city to rubbles if you don’t hear them, then they’ll charm your face right off your face. They write gems. They write nuggets. They write cathartic spine-tingling 3 minute epics. They write SONGS: the kind you sing in the shower. The songs you put on a mix-tape. The songs that you like to pretend are about you.
Lead singer/guitarist Roy Ivy never planned on being a songwriter. At the tender age of 26, he literally stumbled into a role in the 25 piece band, The Polyphonic Spree. Thrust from his milquetoast fat drunk office-drone life into the world of touring, stadiums, sleep-deprivation, and photo-shoots, he began writing songs at a break-neck pace when back home in Dallas. It was there that close friends started encouraging him to play his songs in front of more people. He quickly formed a six-piece band with those friends, and they really sucked. They called themselves The Tah-Dahs.
Everything changed when drummer James Porter and bass player Charlie Papathanasiou joined the band. They heard the good songs buried in the suck. Together, they turned Styrofoam songs into bricks thick enough to crack the skulls of Jethro Tull. Now stripped down to three, The Tah-Dahs now had an intense energy, synergy, telepathy, and newfound urgency. It was a BAND now, a real force to be reckoned with. Roy quit The Polyphonic Spree. The thrill of playing his songs to a crowd of 50 far surpassed the routine of singing about sunshine to 50,000.
With the release of their first album Le Fun, the world can now hear what Dallas has been raving for years about. Le Fun is a record that has been responsible for many pregnancies and even more speeding tickets. It’s a chronicle of puppy love with a bulldog’s bite. Filled to the brim, so caffeinated and catchy, it’s the kind of record where every song should be a hit, because everybody has a favorite. Songs like “Temporary” and “Alcoholic” have such an instant hook, mixed with wit and sincerity. “Whoo-Hoo-Hoo” and “Better Than the Movie” hit you in the head, heart, gut, and butt. It’s smart stuff, but it hits home in everyone who hears it. There’s no irony in that album title. It truly is Le Fun.
Live, the band wakes the dead, whipping the audience into a frenzy and literally leaving gallons of sweat behind. Drummer James Porter plays the drums like he’ll die if he stops. Charlie Papathanasiou creates earthquakes with his bass. And frontman Roy Ivy, well, you never know what he’ll do. He just gets so INTO it. And he gets you so INTO it. And just when you think you’re going to have a heart attack, you think. “I want more.”

It’s not a concert. It’s a party. Here’s your new addiction. Here’s The Tah-Dahs.