What's that you're saying, "They don't make music like they used to"? Think again, such a band does exist and what's more they're making the type of music you swore was left in the early 60s, jam packed with catchy hooks and cheery vocals that soothingly caress you before going in for the kill and becoming lodged in your mind for weeks. See the fact of the matter is Silver Sun take no prisoners in their war to besiege the listener with a ten ton dose of sun drenched tunes that pack an almighty pop punch. Just imagine the Buzzcocks trading blows with a high adrenaline set of Beach Boys and you're half way to visualising the enthusiastically, high energy numbers that the band perform. What's more, these guys deliver a cheery preppy American sound awash with sugar coated melodies and humorously masked lyrics that the likes of Weezer so aptly manage when the mood takes. It may have been five years since the British bands (yes they really are from here and not America), last album but quite frankly you'll probably need that to recuperate and recharge after Dad's Weird Dream has finished with you. Only the brave can succeed as fans of this group.
With the opinion that an introduction is an unessential requirement, Silver Sun unleash their voyage into the world of fuzzy power pop with 'Hi Scorpia', a track that jumps straight into the heart of the song, adopting an energetic pace that does not relent. And from this stance, Silver Sun whiz through track after track, bombarding you with continuous power packed bursts of pop that are infectiously catchy and brimming with feel good cheer as singer James Broad's hyperactive high pitched falsetto hurtles around frantically with a hint of Scissors Sisters' Jake Shears, minus the camp. Pop hook after pop hook breezes through each track, underpinned by lyrics full of everyday scenarios; sometimes humorous, sometimes veering to the side of perverse and sometimes sprinkled with a hint of melancholy such as 'Rock n Roll Widow'. Showing their cheeky fun side, 'Getting It Together In The Country' provides the wit behind Silver Sun with lyrics cheekily suggesting "grow(ing) some hair so we look like the Beta Band" and "get some cash from the boys at the label" surrounded amongst sugar cladded melodies and layered harmonies not seen since the early 60s. Understandably by the end Silver Sun leave you exhausted and in a crumbled heap, which is both a sign of an enjoyable album and an indication that not all is well, for the main downfall of Dad's Weird Dream is that you are so inundated with bright and breezy pop that some tracks just wash over you, suggesting perhaps that some things in life should be rationed so as to avoid the risk of an overdose.
Catchy and fun, Dad's Weird Dream is a frolicking slab of pure pop that many bands now tend to shy away from through fear of being branded unfashionable and refusing to conform to whatever latest trend if besieging the music scene at the time. As such, Silver Sun are a band that the kid's just won't like, preferring instead to cling to their cherished emo routes or elitist indie mindset, refusing to let an ounce of cheer encroach upon their Myspace world. Shame, their loss will undoubtedly be their parents gain.