Adultery was released in 2006 through Rotten Records, as their 6th studio album (5th, if you don't include the extremely limited release of Erotic Massage and their live album, The City is Alive Tonight). Baltimore’s Dog Fashion Disco call it “Movie Metal” and have not only outdone themselves, but have created a concept record to fold, spindle, and mutilate all of the aural senses. Adultery delves into the life of an ordinary suburban family man and walks you through his folding to his own dark demons. Lock Quentin Tarantino, Charles Bukowski and Humphrey Bogart in a room with guitars, drums and a few bottles of Absinthe and what you would find closely resembles the genius of Adultery.
Dog Fashion Disco released a statement on their myspace on the 5th Of December 2006, stating that they were calling the end of their run. Their "final" show was played on January 13, 2007, although since then they have "reunited" on multiple occasions for Polkadot Cadaver shows to play some songs.
Todd Smith, Jasan Stepp and John Ensminger of Dog Fashion Disco moved onto their project Polkadot Cadaver, and have released one album and have another one in the works thus far. The style of Polkadot Cadaver is similar to DFD in many ways.
In 2014, DFD decided that being broken up was dumb, and started an Indiegogo campaign to raise money for a new album. The fans ponied up in a big way, and the band raised just over $85,000. With that amount of money being raised, DFD are able to record 2 albums, make a big budget video, and do a small tour of the U.K., for the first time in a long while. The new album, Sweet Nothings, is being released July 22nd, 2014 via Rotten Records.
Their latest album is 'Experiments in Embryos', released July 7th, 2018, through RazorToWrist is available through the Apple music, Spotify, Amazon, and iTunes.
Fetus On the Beat
Dog Fashion Disco Lyrics
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Red as it can be
Rhythmically miscarried
Flushed out into the sea
Funded resurrections
From the local town collections
Sugary sweet secreting glands
Umbilical nooses hang our nest
On every note and every rest
Fetus on the beat
High on LSD
Enter world war three
While in infancy
Funded resurrections
From the local town collections
Sugary sweet secreting glands
Flood the milk and honey land
Umbilical nooses hang our nest
On every note and every rest
Conductor of the flies
Piss drunk and in disguise
You keep us all in time
To orchestrate a lie
You keep it on the beat
You keep it on the beat
You keep it on the beat
You keep it on the beat
Abort the beat
Abort the beat
Abort the beat
Abort the beat
Sadists and masochists
Who penetrate the melody
Into a spiral frenzy
They will rape you in a minor key
What more do you want from me
What more do you want from me
What more do you want from me
What more do you want from me
Unborn vertebrate
Withers and decays
Acappella fear
Is music to my ears
Funded resurrections
From the local town collections
Sugary sweet secreting glands
Flood the milk and honey land
Umbilical nooses hang our nest
On every note and every rest
Conductor of the flies
Piss drunk and in disguise
You keep us all in time
To orchestrate a lie
You keep it on the beat
You keep it on the beat
You keep it on the beat
You keep it on the beat
Sadists and masochists
Who penetrate the melody
Into a spiral frenzy
They will rape you in a minor key
What more do you want from me
What more do you want from me
What more do you want from me
What more do you want from me
The lyrics of Dog Fashion Disco's song "Fetus On the Beat" are cryptic and poetic, leaving much open to interpretation. The song seems to critique the music industry and society's obsession with consumerism, drawing a parallel between the exploitation of artists and the exploitation of the unborn. The phrase "fetus on the beat" implies that the unborn are being utilized for their innate and unexploited musical talent, much like an artist's music is exploited for profit. The repetition of the phrase "funded resurrections from the local town collections" suggests that both the unborn and the artist are being used for profit, and that society has lost touch with what is truly valuable and human.
The imagery of "umbilical nooses hang our nest on every note and every rest" paints a picture of entrapment and suffocation, suggesting that the industry and society expect the artist or the unborn to conform to their expectations without allowing room for creativity or natural growth. The lyrics "conductor of the flies" and "you keep us all in time to orchestrate a lie" demonstrate the manipulation and control exerted on artists and society by those in power, who keep them in line for their own benefit.
Overall, "Fetus On the Beat" is a scathing critique of the music industry and society at large, and the ways in which they exploit and control those in their grasp.
Line by Line Meaning
Fetus on the beat
An unborn child is being compared to a musical rhythm, suggesting its disregard and dehumanization.
Red as it can be
The color red could refer to blood, implying the brutality of the situation.
Rhythmically miscarried
The baby was forcibly removed from its mother's womb in a rhythmic and mechanical manner.
Flushed out into the sea
The baby's remains are disposed of by being flushed out into the ocean, adding to the disregard and disrespect given to the unborn child.
Funded resurrections
Money is being put towards something, which could either be scientific development or the burying of the dead.
From the local town collections
People from the community are contributing to the funding of the project or burial.
Sugary sweet secreting glands
An allusion to the idea of the milk and honey land being promised to us all, with secretions of positivity in the form of pleasures.
Flood the milk and honey land
The land is being inundated by sweetness, which could be a metaphor for modern life's excesses.
Umbilical nooses hang our nest
The umbilical cords, which normally provide life to a baby, are now seen as nooses that hold us back.
On every note and every rest
The idea of the noose existing on each 'note' and 'rest' suggests a pervasive and ubiquitous feeling of helplessness.
High on LSD
The singer has intoxicated themselves to the point of hallucination on the drug LSD. This could be a metaphor for how we participate in our society's failures.
Enter world war three
The chaos of the world is being compared to the experience of being born into it.
While in infancy
The idea of being born or 'entering' into something could represent the beginning of one's existence or career.
Conductor of the flies
The conductor is compared to a fly, which is seen as a pest or annoyance. This could be commenting on how we're led like insects in modern society.
Piss drunk and in disguise
The conductor may be pretending to be something else or putting on a facade while also being intoxicated with alcohol.
You keep us all in time
The conductor is instrumental in keeping everyone in line and coordinated.
To orchestrate a lie
The conductor is fabricating a story or controlling a narrative that is perhaps untrue.
Abort the beat
The singer believes that the rhythm, which represents the system in society, should be terminated or eradicated.
Sadists and masochists
People who enjoy inflicting or receiving pain are associated with the music industry, implying that the world of music is masochistic.
Who penetrate the melody
The musicians are 'penetrating' the melody, which could refer to either the way their pieces come together to create a unified whole or to how music can penetrate the soul of the listener.
Into a spiral frenzy
The music is presented in a way that can be frenzied and uncontrolled.
They will rape you in a minor key
The musicians, and perhaps musical culture or the industry, can manipulate you and take advantage of you through the power of their music.
What more do you want from me
The singer feels like they are doing all they can but are still being taken advantage of.
Unborn vertebrate
The baby is a vertebrate, meaning it has a backbone, which could insinuate that the baby is a living creature rather than an object or a problem to be solved.
Withers and decays
The baby is dying and decomposing.
Acappella fear
Fear is being experienced in silence or without accompaniment, which could be a nod to how our society is always afraid of change but is also a commentary on the dreary matter of abortion.
Is music to my ears
The sight of the unborn child decaying is satisfactory to the singer in a twisted way. They are happy the child is dying.
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