The world is in the midst of an electronic music renaissance, and you find most of this boon of producers laying claim to the club-friendly, bass-dropping variety, holing up in the the free-flowing world of hip-hop beatmaking or pitching their tent on the out-there, boundary-pushing EDM camp.
Broncho has never been hurting in the hook department. The success of the trio’s 2011 debut, Can’t Get Past the Lips, was predicated mostly on its ability to marry melodies with kinetic guitar riffs and anarchic energy. Yet we’ve heard nothing to the degree of pure pop catchiness on display in “Class Historian,” the new single from Broncho’s upcoming sophomore album, Just Enough Hip to Be Woman.
No one wants to be forgotten; everyone wants some sort of legacy, a mark they leave behind as they exit this life for whatever lies beyond.
And for as long as there has been death, there have been monuments — whether austere or understated, abstract or concrete, prominent or tucked away in private — erected by the ones they loved to assure that remembrance, at least for a time.
Some of the best albums and artists were born out of happy accidents owed to varying degrees of early suckage — the perfect note or chord for a song found by missing the one you are aiming for, failed mimicry of an idol bearing something entirely new and great instead.
The Cute Lepers with Something Fierce, The Easy Lovers and Black Magic Animals 8 p.m. Friday The Conservatory 8911 N. Western conservatoryokc.com 607-4805 $8
What happens when your marginally successful punk-revivalist group winds down? If you are Steve E. Nix (!), you just start another one.
Nix’s original group, The Briefs, lost steam when members lusted for lives not dictated by tour schedules. With the few still interested in the road, he formed The Cute Lepers, which functions quite differently than the band from which it was born.
“I wanted to start up a band that I could do no matter what. This would be my group, not a democracy,” Nix said. “It’s pretty much my vehicle, but in the last few years, it’s turned into a pretty badass band with a solid cast I hope sticks around.”
It helps that all the Lepers share such an open disdain for today’s popular music and all those making it. The Lepers’ brand of ’70s-era pop punk — à la Buzzcocks — leaves no room for Auto-Tune. They fittingly memorialized that sentiment in their debut album, “Can’t Stand Modern Music.”
“As a huge fan of music since childhood, I always had my ear to the radio, but I can’t do that anymore, because the music is so awful,” Nix said. “There’s great underground music and some solid major-label acts, but in general, music is factory-assembled, catering to the lowest common denominator to sell Big Macs.”
That sentiment has carried through each of the Lepers’ first three full-lengths, including the current “Adventure Time.” The album originally was titled “Make the Girls Cry” until a stubborn toddler proved to derail that signifier.
“The photo shoot for the album cover didn’t work out the way we wanted. The idea was that the whole band would be circled around a little girl crying while we were pointing and laughing, but that little girl there wouldn’t cry, no matter how hard we tried,” Nix said. “Her dad was like, ‘If you really want, I could probably make her cry.’ We were like, ‘No, don’t hit her.’” The young-at-heart crew still approaches music with the enthusiasm and vigor of acts half their age, making sure each day brings about fresh discoveries and fun. That outlook is fostered through raucous live shows, hard partying and detours that include dropping off band members on the sides of interstates and in the middle of the woods to kill time during 10-hour car rides.
What’s the point of being in a punk band if all the time isn’t “Adventure Time?” “It’s reflective of being 16 and into punk rock, hopping on the bus to head over to the skate shop or punk-rock record store,” Nix said. “We try to maintain that in everything in life. Every new city we come into, it’s just a new adventure.”