The Dare is unabashedly debauched to the point of obscenity. His music is cocky — clunky and low with no shortage of cowbells. It's loud, fast, and gritty. It's not the kind of music you’d play for your mother and he makes no attempts to sanitize it.
He's no blushing singer-songwriter and he doesn't think otherwise; he’s not trying to be political, nor highly conceptual. While none of us are advocating for an anti-intellectual movement, there’s something refreshing about art that doesn’t try to make itself seem deeper than it actually is. Where some devalue what they label as shallow, trashy, or lewd, we cherish the low-brow, the honest, and the hedonistic. You can eat the lotus, drink to get drunk, and revel in the carnal. Here we all are, in a post-COVID, pre-recession state of shamelessness — the only thing we can do is try to bacchanal our way through the end of the world.
There’s a certain appreciation for an artist who lets their music be received without control, especially in an era where performers often find it socially and financially beneficial to adopt an image of sincerity and vulnerability. In a landscape saturated with recycled bird and dirt metaphors, and a vocal style reminiscent of Phoebe Bridgers, sincerity as a marketing tactic ironically raises the question of its authenticity. While some people hold dear their air of intellectual superiority and asceticism, The Dare's music reminds people that indulgence is not a dirty word. It's cool to dance. It's cool to get messy. It's cool to sweat your way through a Gucci suit.
Harrison started making waves during the so-called "indie sleaze revival," a term subject to debate but indicative of the digital era's penchant for labeling, reflective of a neurotic self-curation and commercialization that reduces individuals to their perceived consumptive value. Yet, as digital cameras return and preciousness finds no place in the current economy, raunchiness and swagger become oddly attractive. Maybe I'm just regurgitating a sentiment especially pronounced in the downtown nightlife microcosm, but there's been an embracing of attitudes reminiscent of a bygone clubbing era. Whatever it was, The Dare unintentionally became the poster boy for it all, even if against his own wishes. Perhaps it's time to remove him from the weird "indie sleaze" pedestal we've placed him on.
The first time Harrison and I met, the first thing I noticed was a pair of bongos sitting in the corner. Maybe I didn't listen right the first time, but I don't think I heard bongos on The Sex EP, unless there was a quiet drumming behind lyrics like "I'd probably fuck the hole in the wall the guy before made." Our days were drastically different. I had just rushed over from my first class of my final year of undergrad, while he was navigating show invites and scheming to make a cameo in a photo with Ice Spice — a common ground, an easy conversation starter, truly the people's princess.
Harrison Patrick Smith— I gotta get a pic where I’m just standing way in the background. [Laughs]
office— Like trail cam footage.
Pretty much.
You gotta get her on a track.
I don’t know if that’s possible — I don’t know what’s in it for her. She’s already cool, famous, rich.
But you have bongos.
Yeah — she can’t get this anywhere else. [Laughs]
How did you first get into music?
My parents forced me to play violin when I was really young — like 4 or something — and I hated it. And around age 12, they gave me this ultimatum, that I could quit violin and play guitar, so I picked guitar. That’s when I was actually able to play music that I liked. I messed around in some bands in high school, but college is when I started seriously writing songs and touring. And then when I moved here, that’s when I learned how to DJ, throw parties, and play bigger shows.
Do you remember any violin?
No, I’m really bad at it. [Laughs]
Where’d the name come from?
I was just brainstorming random ideas and picking the best one — that’s how I do everything. But that was the best one out of like, twenty. The other names were pretty bad [laughs] they were over the place. One was “Closer,” one was “Spandex” or something like that. I wasn’t even sure of what the aesthetic of the project was going to be yet. I didn’t know what The Dare was, but the name sort of signified everything about the band without even listening to it.
So, you started the project not really knowing where it was going.
It was coming out of COVID. I knew I wanted to make dance music in any way, shape, or form, but I didn’t know exactly what kind. I had only made a couple of songs in that style, but my old band was disinterested — the songs didn’t fit. It was really just the birth of this project, and it’s still only four songs released. So, The Dare is still a baby project. And I don't even know what it's going to become.