Dust Congress
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Dust Congress

Denton, Texas, United States | INDIE

Denton, Texas, United States | INDIE
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"Dust Congress- Regurgitate Sunshine State"

This one-sided mini-LP (on baby-blue wax and housed in hand-screened artwork that looks like a hesher’s social studies notebook from 1989) reeks of rural idiot savantism and wafts in and out like a smacked-out Neutral Milk Hotel replete with banjo, trumpet, various rusty shit and probably some old mason jars filled with some kind of liquid your grandfather put in there back in the year Gimmel. Not sure what these guys have against Florida (except that it kinda sucks), but I do like these songs, especially this third track, “A Name Is a Diamond,” which is kinda awesome and reminds me of a slothier New Bad Things. There’s some 1920s flapper-type megaphone jams on here as well, for all you aficionados of the genre. Fans of Jeff Mangum would lap this excitingly-named Denton, TX group up, if they were ever to hear it. - Dusted Magazine

"Paste Magazine"

Featured as part of Paste's "best of 2008" in the category of "best music scene":

"Nick Foreman’s chamber-folk group—comprised of marimba, upright bass, bassoon, trumpet and Foreman on banjo, bass drum and hi-hat (all at once)—has gradually gelled into one of the most intriguing live ensembles in Denton. The band is currently hard at work on its first full-length." - Paste Magazine

"Dallas Observer"

"Dust Congress, with marimba, [bassoon], trumpet and the omnipresent Ryan Williams from The Baptist Generals on upright bass—and the unplugged immediacy of the band's new digs suits Foreman's Harry Smith-soaked chamber folk like a capo on a Gibson Hummingbird. "

- Dave Sims

"weshotjr.com music blog"

Dust Congress is Nick Foreman, a sparkling talent waiting to be discovered. Egg Tooth is full of raw, poetic, and affecting songs delivered with an untamed delivery similar to Neutral Milk Hotel’s Jeff Mangum or Okkervil River’s Will Sheff in his less raucous moments. You don’t have to see Foreman play drums with his feet while singing and playing banjo to appreciate this, but it might help to know that he scrapped a more polished, fleshed-out recording in favor of the original batches of demos that eventually became this EP. After all, it’s the intimacy of the recording that makes it such a favorite, with the deliberate, gut-wrenching “Banal” giving way to spare, shipwrecked shards of a soul lost in the meridians, buoyed by the intuitive and skeletal bass playing of Ryan Williams (Baptist Generals), ending with the cathartic, bouncy resolution of “My Name is David.” It's the best 15 minutes of 07. (3.5 stars) - weshotjr.com

"Ft. Worth Star Telegram"

**** of 5 stars

This self-released EP (available at many local record shops or through the band's webiste and MySpace page) by Denton [five] piece Dust Congress is short -- five songs, around 15 minutes -- but it's full of gorgeous melodies that linger long after the disc is over. The sound is an indie/folk hybrid that merges Pavement's self-aware sloppiness with Will Oldham's attentive songwriting. An odd combination, but it grows on you. This should be every local music fan's go-to late-night disc this winter. - Darren White


1. Egg Tooth (EP)- nov. 2007
2. 24 Bands/74.4 Minutes, A Denton Mixtape (compilation on Sounds are Active)- feb. 2009
3. Regurgitate Sunshine State (one sided 12")- may 2009
4. Open Your Eyes, the World is Shit (LP)- aug. 2010

Tracks that have been played on the radio or are available online are as follows:
View From the Track
Open Your Eyes, the World is Shit
Filthy South
My Name is David
Sow a $58 Seed
A Name as a Diamond
Crystal Penguin Family
Filthy South
(NPR Affiliates and Independent radio stations in numerous states.)



Dust Congress is a music band from the music town of Denton, TX. They blend a number of influences from Leonard Cohen to Buddy Bolden to communicate a message of depressive realism, which is the only thing that might save us from every band that ever claimed membership to the dismal genre of psych-folk, wrote "whimsical" songs with folksy aesthetics, or encouraged anything that could be termed "feel good." Life is not feel good, you should know that by now.