Palberta, BRIAN!, Tender Cruncher, Teencat at The Loft at The Chanticleer - 7PM Doors, 730PM start. $7 All ages!
In an industry that favors niche branding and subgenre packaging, Palberta is a difficult band to place. Their music is free and uninhibited in a way that makes it all their own. Often, Palberta songs are marked with a child-like communication — chants and lullabies are met with snarling tantrums, while their instruments coo and careen towards an often abrupt finish. Their playful approach to writing produces work that is hyper-emotional — as jarring as it is soothing and as loopy as it is sinister
On “Chasms of Color & Thought”, BRIAN! issue an angular to ambient adventure, oscillating between rock and avant-garde. Anchored by ambitious amplified bassoon and drums, augmented by melodic to chaotic multi-instrumentation, the trio’s fourth effort invites the ambitious listener on a journey the new, the old, and the unexplored.
Tender Cruncher’s debut takes the Alesis Micron synthesizer and pushes it to its limits to create a slow-grooved, dark pop odyssey. What you’d expect in a dimly lit gothic club in a center city, Tender Cruncher touches on current pop tendencies, taking a jab at them while hinting at styles from the past. The best minimal dance party you’ll have this year, Tender Cruncher will keep you bopping to the left and right while hanging your head low
Teencat thinks you’re hot and hopes you have ears.
Often described as a sexy fruit salad that plays electric rock and roll music with their flesh-paws, the band is sometimes chided for their unwillingness to take most things and people seriously.
They’re lyrics are the wit-driven prose of one Karrot Prufrock, a barbarian poet of the highest order and bass player by default. Much of the musical arrangements are the responsibility of Ash Eastman, lauded as “the real stickler” in the band, who plays the drum and tries to make the songs have more than 4 chords, much to the chagrin of guitarist Pete Moss, who plays guitar with all of the focus and intensity of a much larger man hitting a barbed wire fence with a piece of wood.
All three of these failed comedians sing in tune with one an other, to the distaste of punk music fans everywhere.