Tuesday, July 8, 2008

Bronze at Cellspace in SF, 4th of July, 2008

Dawn and I went to see Bronze for the 4th of July. After sitting through multiple bands, (which I won't mention because I didn't really find them exciting enough to pay much attention,) Bronze took the stage in smocks, had their heads shaved and then played the set in Military outfits. After all, this was the 4th of July. They had a quick, silly little choreographed dance number, ending with a few middle fingers, and then began playing a hearty set of odd, rhythmic spaced-out songs, reminiscent of Can and Silver Apples, but also of some contemporary electronica and noise.




Rob sang into a SM57, which then ran through a Roland Space Echo that he would often tweak mid song into self modulation, while Joe was playing an amazing handheld synth of his own making through a Studio Electronics Ring Modulator, a wah, Boss Tremolo, and some rack mounted effects.







I really, really wish I could figure out what his synth was. It was not only great for noise and odd sound effects, but also completely playable for melodies, with some sort of mechanism that made it skip to different notes when he would turn the knob (ala an Atari Punk Console, but much more in tune and controllable). That thing is absolutely amazing.

Anyways, while surfing around the net looking for information on them, I ran across a decent, but kind of dissappointing interview with them on Fecal Face, which mentioned a couple things about their song writing process and a few of the ideas they go for. I guess they make loops at home with all three of them playing synthesizers, and then create songs based around them.

I'm really into what they are trying to do and can't wait until they release something so that I can dive a little deeper into it. For the most part I find them completely enthralling, but since their songs are really about subtle dynamic changes over long, repetitive loops, I sort of wonder if their songs might get a little monotonous when listening to them recorded. I'm crossing my fingers that they don't.

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