Brady Only - A Dream, A Dog
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Brady Only - A Dream, A Dog
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Born the youngest of six siblings in the suburbs of Washington, D.C., Brady Only is a Brooklyn-based singer, songwriter, and multi-instrumentalist influenced as much by his mother's love of old-time country as by his sisters' affinity for hair metal and boy bands. After cutting his teeth in his hometown's post-hardcore scene, Only went to Boston to study music. The move was isolating, leaving him space to explore a softer sound while developing the narrative lyricism and crooked hooks that now define his songwriting and attract comparisons to Elliott Smith and Arthur Russell. Only moved to New York City in 2015, where he began blending his folk and pop sensibilities with noise-rock surrealism across many bands and releases.
He adopted the Brady Only moniker, which expands and contracts to fit whichever members of his community can join up in the moment, to make recording and performing more nimble during the pandemic years. Roving, spry, and light on its feet, this new project sees Only free from the confines of genre and taking his dynamic, guitar-driven melodies to new heights. In 2021, he released State Fair Shakespeare b/w Blue Eyes, two songs written and recorded while confined to his Brooklyn apartment, and followed it up with 2023's Dog Year Hum, recorded in a week on the Delaware River with regular players Kyle Oppenheimer (pedal steel, keys, harp) and Matt Bachmann (bass), and engineered with Grammy-nominated producer Andrew Sarlo (Big Thief, Nick Hakim).
His latest release, 2025's full-length A Dream, A Dog, was recorded live in studio in Long Island City and sees Only rounded out by a wall of voices, strings, and horns that are by turns crunchy, moody, and radiant. On tracks like "My Friend Gus" and "No New York," he takes stock of life in his beloved city, dropping familiar names like the Up Stairs Bar, Joe's, and Jacob Riis into tales of aging, marriage, and those dark plague months spent staring out apartment windows. Swelling guitar solos and crashing breaks lend drama to the quotidian experiences of watching one's youth fade and wondering what comes next, as on "Singer, Sergeant" where he croons: "There's nothing then somehow there's you / Infinite anythings that could come true / Lots of love, mostly empty space / All decay in the reaching clay." By turns mournful and sparkling, the record feels at times like the culmination of and a commentary on a life in music, eulogizing Only's early years with tracks like "All My Favorite Bands (Are Breaking Up)," where Only sings plaintively: "My friend’s bands would play just enough, then call it too much / A night at Palisades always was like falling in love."
On A Dream, A Dog, Brady Only weaves complicated strands of glowing, jewel-toned instrumentation into a patchwork held together by tape hiss, laying the groundwork for an optimistic mission statement—that, in the face of growing up and apart, sometimes disparate elements can still hang together.
-Linni Kral
