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.
A senior in high school, I was visiting friends in Stillwater when I saw Kunek for the first time. If you’d told me that night that some of the dudes in that band would one day open for the guys who recorded “Kid A” and “OK Computer,” then I would’ve considered giving you a few bucks to leave me alone, because you were probably a crazy homeless person.
But you don’t just ask somebody along on your tour as a favor to your manager.
Tickets go on sale Wednesday, according to Radiohead's website. So far, Other Lives are set to open on 10 dates across the South and Midwest, and you can bet a ton of Okies will drive down I-35 for that March 5 date in Dallas, this writer included. I just can't imagine how much more ethereal and soulful Tabish's voice will sound pouring out of two-story speakers, how much more space the band's mid-tempo beauty will have to surround and envelop you.