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.
And with that, I give you the song he loves more than most any in the whole, wide world:
Here’s one that buzzing across the blogosphere today: St. Vincent covering the heck out of ol’ Tom Waits. Astute fans of St. V’s (better known as Annie Clark) know this is far from the most exciting cover song she’s ever played. Also, she was born in my hometown and I have a Tulsa Driller-sized crush on her, in the interest of full disclosure:
Chapel Hill indie guitar legends Superchunk tossed a new/old video our way this week for the classic “Learn to Surf.” Let’s just say that their stage presence has neither increased nor decreased since 1998, nor have they apparently learned any new moves. How's that for consistency?
Not technically a music video, but it does feature OKC native Blake Griffin and former Sooner bulldozer Adrian Peterson, and is absolutely hilarious. That is, if you can stand Seth Meyer’s annoyingly glib grinning that introduces it: