Days N’ Daze – Show Me The Blueprints
Up until this point Days N’ Daze has unquestionably been the best kept secret in the punk scene. I’ve been reviewing music for over a decade and somehow I have never encountered one of their first seven albums or read a single press release about the Houston, Texas punk-grass quartet (I find this peculiar if only because the band’s first album was released the year I really started down this path). Yet, while Old Man Markley, The Wild, and Larry and his Flask were emerging in the spotlight, Days N’ Daze were quietly digging in as a fiercely independent force to be reckoned with. The band quickly defined itself with a combination of interlaced male and female vocals, crusty DIY production, and a blistering array of banjos, mandolins, washboards and folk instruments played as fast and ch...
