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.
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With influences as far ranging as Neil Young to Pink Floyd, you could call My Morning Jacket many things. Its members hope “jam band” isn’t among them.
“Yeah, there’s a bit of a freedom we have when we play together, and we aren’t rigid in how we play the songs … but I don’t understand why people call us a jam band,” keyboardist Bo Koster said. “I think it’s just improvisational. We do that here and there, but we stick to arrangements for the most part ... that line is just tiptoed.”
Led by mastermind Jim James, they have become legends of the stage with wild, unpredictable and, most fittingly, epic live sets, some as monstrous as nearly four hours. Crowds have swelled accordingly, as have sales; this year’s “Circuital” is its highest-charting to date.
“It’s hard to quantify why those things happen, but our growth has always been a steady climb,” Koster said. “No one thing has helped us more than another. I hope that it’s that the music is getting continually better, and that’s what keeps us relevant.”
Fans may or may not argue that point; the momentum from 2003’s “It Still Moves” and 2005’s “Z” saw a hiccup with the hot-and-cold reaction to 2008’s “Evil Urges,” My Morning Jacket’s most deliberate and grandiose album to date.
By comparison, “Circuital” is appropriately raw and literally unrehearsed, half-baked in a makeshift recording space in a church gymnasium.
“When we went into record, we didn’t have any goals set in mind. It was 12 or 13 days in July, so fucking hot with 100 percent humidity and no air conditioning,” Koster said. “It was no more than riffs or demos, and we came out with about half the album. We’re proud of that.”
Fans can expect new material soon, with a Christmas-themed iTunes release to be unwrapped in short order. The gift took just a day to record, but Koster said the group marvels at how impressive it sounds.
“It exceeded all expectations,” he said. 2012 will be “a victory lap” for My Morning Jacket as it trots across the globe with the possibility of recording lingering toward year’s end. Until then, the splendor of the live performance will more than suffice.
“It’s a lot of fun. I believe in what we are doing,” Koster said. “I feel like we try to be honest with what we do, and every night is an honest portrayal of who we are and what we are inspired by.”