Living in a swamp would be a much more attractive proposition if
Webb Wilder was your next door neighbor. Rather than an icky bog,
Wilder's musical bayou is populated by hoodoo witches, crazed landlords, Russian satellites, strange dreams and self-effacing humor. The Mississippi-raised / Nashville-based
Wilder and band start from a basic blues style fused to rootsy rock, then shish-kebab the result with a skewered view of mundane existence. Echoes of 50s instrumental rock, British Invasion, garage grunge and psychedelia all surface throughout the album.
Doo Dad doesn't quite hit the emotional depth of the group's previous
Hybrid Vigor release, but
Wilder sure knows how to ladle out the Southern hospitality.