Power Pyramid doesn’t have much patience for nonsense. That appears to be the takeaway from the Oklahoma City quintet’s last 10 months, which brought The God Drums in September, the Insomnia EP in January and its latest, self-titled effort in July.
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.
On recommendation from Matt and Pitchfork, I headed up to the set by The Men as the opener of the day. The four-piece was a stoic bunch, not saying much, but they cranked out a fantastic rock brew. The sound, while still distinctly and definitely rock, was grounded in optimism; although the vocalist relied mainly on yelling, the set still felt upbeat. Their sound is aggressive, but not rebellious; powerful, but not angry. It's the type of rock I'm most fond of, so I had a great time watching the non-descript four-piece hammer out their tunes. Because they didn't say much to distinguish between their songs, the set moved quickly and the crunchy tunes were over all too quickly. It was a strong set from the bunch, who have just released a new album called Open Your Heart.
Continuing our rock day, we headed over to the stage where Cloud Nothings were banging out the last of their set. In stark contrast to The Men, their set was angry, rebellious and dissonant; it was no less engaging, but it was certainly of a different timbre. We caught the last song, but even from one tune it was easy to see that Dylan Baldi and company are a tight, hard-working group. I'd like to catch a full set of theirs in the future.