Dead Gowns’ “Wet Dog” feels like one of those songs that finds you when you need it most. It’s messy in the best way—freewheeling but deliberate, like it’s running full speed with no clear destination but somehow always knows where it’s going. With their debut album, It’s Summer, I Love You, and I’m Surrounded by Snow, just around the corner, this track sets the tone for something raw and real.
The song kicks off with a groove that’s loose and just a little scrappy, like it might fall apart if you breathe on it wrong. But it doesn’t—it just keeps pulling you in. The guitars are this perfect mix of jangly and rough, and the rhythm section holds it all together without being too buttoned-up. It’s like watching a dog shake off after a swim—chaotic, but totally natural.
And then there’s Geneviève Beaudoin’s voice. Beautifully raw and telling you the truth. She’s soft and restrained one moment, then she’s howling the next, and you
feel every shift. The line “a horse cut from the carousel” stands out as a main theme in the song—that feeling of wanting to break free, to be unbound, but also not knowing what comes after.
The whole track builds in a way that feels alive. It’s like tension coiling up, holding you in suspense, and then letting go all at once. When it finally explodes, it’s not clean or pretty—it’s
real. The kind of real that leaves you a little wrecked but better for it.
Dead Gowns recorded this in some old Maine spaces, like a church and a gymnasium, and you can almost hear the history in the sound. It’s not sterile; it’s warm and a little rough around the edges, like the song itself.
The video for “Wet Dog” pairs perfectly with the song. It’s simple and raw—nothing flashy, just an honest companion to the track.
“Wet Dog” isn’t just a song you listen to; it’s a song you feel. It’s the sound of shaking off whatever’s been holding you back, of giving in to the messiness of being human. Dead Gowns are doing something special here, and if this track is any indication, their debut album is going to be one to watch out for. Give it a spin, let it soak in—it’s worth it.