#22] The Bronx:
Mandana Beigi The Bronx
So, how about a band
that shouts “welcome to your shitty future” and provides 3-D glasses to see them
live on the “Bronx-O-Vision” tour? They claim that “[their] scientists are working
overtime to ensure that optimum visual balance and musical gratitude are achieved
simultaneously.” Their second self-titled album (and first major release) was
recorded in a Venice Beach studio that was allegedly a former meth clinic where
“vocals were tracked separately on a microphone that Hitler used to address the
Motherland!” That is, in fact, the kind of weirdness and dark humor that makes
you hooked on their music immediately.
They are LAs
own underground hardcore punk band that is proud to be dissident and dangerous.
The Bronx - Matt Caughthran (vocals), Joby J. Ford (guitar), James Tweedy (bass),
Jorma Vik (drums) - have been solidifying this enjoyable cacophony since 2003.
After only one show at the Troubadour and no demo or EP, the band had nine major
labels fighting to sign them. These noisy punk rockers are, by no means, ashamed
of signing with a major label (Island/Universal); they are not afraid of selling
out because they do not comprise their radical stance and vision in making
nasty garage rock.
album with the unabashedly mainstream producer, Michael Beinhorn (Red Hot Chili
Peppers, Soundgarden), the band still managed to work their way out of the perfect-polished
sound and keep all the miss-hits and off-notes in the recording; an effort to
preserve the live experience on the disc. The album takes off like a rollercoaster
of spine-snapping punk; it then stops on track 6, Dirty Leaves for
a 4-minute rock-ballad-break before pumping up the adrenaline again by the fiery
The Bronx are the
perfect hybrid of the destructive punk of the 70s and the unapologetic yet semi-sensitive
attitude of the 90s grunge. They brought energy, non-conformity, and uncompromised
music back on stage when it felt like punk rock was dying a slow and painful