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.
Following Cloud Nothings was We Were Promised Jetpacks, who have long had my award for the best name in rock. Their set was also tightly-constructed, riding a line directly between The Men and Cloud Nothings in mood. The bouncy, perky mood of the songs was balanced by the lead singer's soaring, keening voice. The tunes were injected with a gravitas both from his tenor and the melodic riffs that each of the guitarists and the bassist contributed.
The band also had several very long instrumental sections that banked heavily on the interplay between the three guitars and drums. These sections were especially interesting and moving, as the tension built to the breaking point before the band released it (either through vocals, a new riff, or a drop to nothing). The tunes had a turn around each corner, and the set was incredibly enjoyably because of it. If you're a fan of artsy, upbeat, complex rock, We Were Promised Jetpacks is worth your time.