Concert Review: Broncho Cross Your Ego And Creative At Rough Trade
I LOOOOOOVVVVEEEE BRONCHO! At Rough Trade, when someone asked me to describe their sound I said, “moody,” “sexy,” and “mischievous.” I WAS NOT WRONG! The group jangles their instruments as if their melodies were the keys to your wildest night.
Broncho appeals to that side in “us” that thinks NO ONE understands us. The part of us that believes pain is exclusive, discontent is a social disease, and advice is foolish. While we all need “someone” to be by our side, every person goes through a phase when we believe no one is needed or sufficient. This is, especially, true as the optimism of youth clashes with the reality of old world notions. When progress is only determined by elders, the youth felt stagnant. Hence, Broncho’s ability to show isolation and invincibility teeter a dark line is intoxicating. Moreover, bouncing hooks that pace like a rock n’ roll quick-step and reverbs of richness and longing make tracks like, “Class Historian,” “Easy Way Out,” “New Karma,” and “Get In My Car” feel like the last remaining footage of your young, rebellious self.
Rebel could be the very definition of Ryan Lindsey’s essence. Yet, we think “rebel” is just a guy who burns a manifesto or throws middle fingers to “the man.” A rebel can be all these things, but Ryan Lindsey shows that is too generic. He delivers his verses like the rambles and scribbles of a genius that is crisply handling the emotional weights of being mindfully aware. So often, the lines between brilliance and craziness are crossed, especially in a world that still believes there can be formulas to success when the biggest leaders of history broke norms. Thus, Ryan Lindsey becomes the emblem of a “normative breaker,” but gives you enough vocal emotiveness to show its cool and costly to be different.
The biggest asset to Broncho’s concert is that they create a space where you can healthily feed both your ego and your wild creative. Sonically, they sound like an 80’s Berlin club, but Lindsay’s voice feels like pure, earthy leaves zipping through electric trees of winding chords and wistful keys. Once again, Broncho appeals to those of us that feel like the coolest uncool, but are ready to turn their alienation into power. For More Information On Broncho Click Here.
