It touches on everything from chillout-room soul (the aptly named “Paradise”) to Kraftwerk-tinted trip-hop (“Baby Blu”) to metal-machine alternative (“In Your Head”) to ocean-breeze new-wave reggae (“Paralyzed”).
Our town, he believes, is also developing a distinctive musical ethos, and while he’s loath to define exactly what that might be, he thinks it bears comparison to the East Coast and West Coast jazz scenes of the 1950s and ’60s.
For all the goodness that still exists in the world, it’s the shitty people who seem to grab all the headlines these days. This reality is not lost on the members of Oklahoma-based Broncho.
When Cenk Erdoğan testifies, with a broad grin creasing his face, that this week’s concert is going to be “a two-hour freak show”, he doesn’t mean that it’s going to be the kind of thing Deadheads will want to throng to.
