It’s natural to assume that bands like the Foxymorons will naturally fall under some sort of power pop banner, if for no other reason than there’s no other musical tag with which to readily identify them. Still, their sound and set-up defy any easy identification. Childhood friends David Dewese and Jerry James have maintained a reliable relationship that’s grown to encompasses five full-length albums and a musical soundscape that’s as elusive as their name implies. Their trajectory began, oddly enough, when the duo commenced recording with a quirky lo-fi 7-inch single entitled The Silver Leaves EP, a record which brought them initial attention and garnered positive notices from fans and tastemakers alike. Their recordings have never been easy to typecast, but if push comes to shove, they’re best described as a kind of grungy garage sound that owes a debt as much to Mott the Hoople, early Bowie and Johnny Thunders as it does to any modern music maker of similar stature.

The band’s latest opus, Fake Yoga continues to expand on the template established early on, but here again, it goes to great lengths to confound its listeners with lots of noise and feedback, a series of soundscapes that find static and songs competing for attention. The fuzzy tones of “Mixed Meds” (an appropriately suggestive title if ever there was one) and “Hugs/Drugs” affirm the raucous nature of their often delirious delivery, a restless musical montage that emphasizes noise over nuance. The liner notes—a combination of lyrical ideas and maniacal meditation—refer to topics that provide their muse: Richard Hell vs. Woody Allen, day jobs that compel one to watch the clock, running from “kops and kanines” (their spelling, not ours) and a tendency to part one’s hair on the same side without any deviation whatsoever. It may sound weird to the unawares, but such is the nature of the Foxymorons’ M.O. It’s little surprise then that the blend of pomp and power exhibited in a song like “Later, Alligator” further affirms those aforementioned glam rock references.

Ultimately, the Fake Yoga handle makes some sense, even if one has to theorize about its meaning. These are not contemplative mediations by any means, and to suggest there’s any sort of stability here would be giving you, the reader, an entirely false impression. If that’s a requirement, then the listener will be sorely disappointed. That then is what they must have meant by labelling this “fake” yoga, the implication being that the music is so jittery and jarring, there’s practically no way to sit still. Which is of course absolutely fine. The best rock ‘n’ roll has always been unsettling. And on that score, the Foxymorons most certainly prove they’re both cool and competent.

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After hitting you with the chorus half-a-dozen times in “Permanent Frown,” David Dewese stops the song and incredulously asks, “what’s a permanent frown?” before dialing up the guitar riffs again. For a band that calls itself the Foxymorons, this kind of meta-punchline is pretty on-point. Dewese and Jerry James started the outfit on a lark two decades ago in the Dallas suburb Mesquite. The pair have teamed up sporadically ever since, maintaining a creative partnership even while Dewese and James occupied different cities.

Across four albums, the Foxymorons nodded to classic pop themes, but their fifth is something else entirely. Fake Yoga–out November 6–is irreverent, noisy, and utterly charming. It has the sound of a few friends–they’re joined by Will Johnson on drums–bashing out tunes across a day-drunk weekend. But underneath the mess of feedback and lo-fi accidents are a batch of power-pop nuggets; it’s Guided By Voices as performed by Weezer. And that rock ‘n’ roll id comes out to play on “Permanent Frown,” even while the Foxymorons shoot spitballs from the back of the class. –Art Levy



The ever-lovable indie rock duo of David Dewese and Jerry James, most commonly known as Foxymorons, are back with a new album called Fake Yoga, which will be released on 6 November. A gonzo, and not to mention strangely funny video for the track “Always Come Back” has been pieced together in typically idiosyncratic fashion, and is well worth watching below.

“David currently lives in San Diego, California and I live in Fort Worth, Texas,” says James. “And in addition to being bandmates, we’re really good friends—so we like to hang out when we can. That said, David was in town for a wedding so we met up in the Dallas suburbs during the waning days of summer (with David’s nieces in tow) for some swimming, eating, and general goofiness. The video was shot in a very low-key, off-the-cuff way and documented an afternoon of band shenanigans. Incidentally, there was country line-dancing at the wedding which we sort of snuck in there. We are from Texas, after all.”



Check out a brand-new track from the forthcoming album, due in early November.

The Dallas duo is called the Foxymorons, and while they ain’t in the least bit moronic, their skronky brand of indie rawk is definitely foxy as hell. To date the duo of Jerry James and David Dewese has issued 4 full-length records described as “shambling, lo-fi guitar rock and and skewed pop”—which is a pretty good description, we think. Fake Yoga is now set to be the fifth in the series (collect ‘em all), due November 6. Here’s a track to get your juices flowing, “Frontier Feelings”:

About the album: It’s a “joyous collection of abrasive, nervous, tuneful guitar rock… underneath the strange amp noise and boyish vocals are deceptively effortless melodies addressing themes of anxiety, restlessness and escape.” The aforementioned “Frontier Feelings,” in fact, is about a tormented teenage loner who wishes for “daydream boyfriends she could tell / Woody Allen, Richard Hell”. Also worth noting: the record features guest Will Johnson – frontman of Denton, Texas outfit Centro-matic and erstwhile Monsters of Folk member – behind the drumkit.

Well, all right then! Ultimately, the duo prove on Fake Yoga that they can channel their penchant for graceful melody into songs that skronk and squeal.

-By Blurt Staff


Fort Worth Weekly

Of every band in North Texas, The Foxymorons may be in the weirdest place. Since forming in Mesquite in the mid-1990s, the duo of singer-songwriters David Dewese and Jerry James has achieved some national love, having received positive reviews from Pitchfork and Paste and having played sanctioned showcases at South by Southwest. But The Foxymorons don’t really exist outside of their recorded products. While James lives near the Cultural District, Dewese has spent the past five years in Southern California after 13 years in Nashville. Getting together to play shows is a teeeeensy bit tricky. The fact that The Foxymorons started out as just a fun thing for two friends to do is amazing. That they’re wrapping up their fifth studio album and sixth recording overall –– with Centro-matic’s Will Johnson on drums! –– is miraculous.

Recorded this spring at The Echo Lab in Denton with producer, longtime collaborator, and Centro-matic drummer Matt Pence, Fake Yoga will have about a dozen tracks and come out this fall, James said. However, he added, “Things always seem to take longer than we hope or would like.”

Recording began in earnest at James’ house in December 2013 during one of Dewese’s not-infrequent Fort Worth trips. “We typically just collect these songs,” James said, “and then eventually we record them and put them out in the world. It’s like a message in a bottle or something, and then we sort of move on and can’t wait to do it again.”

Indie-rock has rarely been catchier, shinier, or bubblier than on Foxymorons’ Bible Stories (2010), Hesitation Eyes (2005), Rodeo City (2001), and Calcutta (1999).

On Fake Yoga, though, expect a little more crunch and bite, James said. Life changes are partly to blame/credit. James left a job and did some traveling, and both he and Dewese have left their 30s in the dust. “I think that even though we feel perpetually 25, I think [aging is] something that we had to reckon with in different ways,” James said. “Ironically, as we’ve gotten older, we’ve made a record that’s noisier and more abrasive than our younger selves would have made.”

James said that Fake Yoga is laced with themes of anxiety and escape. Restlessness. “Maybe those things are in all of our records,” James said, “but maybe [it’s us] speaking to our younger selves.” Maybe, he said, the rowdiness is also a “reaction” to the fact that The Foxymorons’ previous couple albums were “refined”: neat and sparkling. “Maybe we’re just in a place where we wanted to make a racket,” James said.

Though you might think that James and Dewese are writing and recording in a vacuum, they’re actually pretty tuned in. Well, a little. “I always feel like we’re on an island,” James said. “We play guitars, electric guitars, and that’s the music we’ve been inspired by, and in a way, maybe the fact that we made this noisy guitar record is a reaction to so much synth-pop and electronic dance music. We just want to hug guitars.”

James isn’t sure what will happen after Fake Yoga comes out. A record, he said, is “a thing you put out into the world. You hope some likeminded people appreciate it. At the very least you’ve made this thing that you like.”

Typically, bands tour after putting out an album or EP. The Foxymorons don’t have that luxury. “We’ll see,” James said. “Maybe some shows. We’re just taking it a day at a time. But I would love to play shows in support of it. We’re gonna gather together some friends, do some sort of record release show or something, maybe just a low-key thing, just have people together in a room, somewhere in Fort Worth, to share drinks and listen to music or something.”

And that brings up a “wonderful thing” about Fort Worth. “There’s a real community around creative endeavors,” James said. “That’s the amazing thing about Fort Worth.”

If we demand it, maybe a local Foxymorons show will happen. We should.