DIIV, Broncho, Winter, The Paranoyds

Parade of Flesh presents . . .

DIIV

Broncho

Winter

The Paranoyds

Friday, May 27, 2016

7:00 pm

Trees

Dallas, TX

This event is all ages

DIIV
DIIV
DIIV is the nom-de-plume of Z. Cole Smith, musical provocateur and front-man of an atmospheric and autumnally-charged new Brooklyn four-piece.

Recently inked to the uber-reliable Captured Tracks imprint, DIIV created instant vibrations in the blog-world with their impressionistic debut Sometime; finding it's way onto the esteemed pages of Pitchfork and Altered Zones a mere matter of weeks after the group's formation.

Enlisting the aid of NYC indie-scene-luminary, Devin Ruben Perez, former Smith Westerns drummer Colby Hewitt, and Mr. Smith's childhood friend Andrew Bailey, DIIV craft a sound that is at once familial and frost-bitten. Indebted to classic kraut, dreamy Creation-records psychedelia, and the primitive-crunch of late-80's Seattle, the band walk a divisive yet perfectly fused patch of classic-underground influence.

One part THC and two parts MDMA; the first offering from DIIV chemically fuses the reminiscent with the half-remembered building a musical world out of old-air and new breeze. These are songs that remind us of love in all it's earthly perfections and perversions.

A lot of DIIV's magnetism was birthed in the process Mr. Smith went through to discover these initial compositions. After returning from a US tour with Beach Fossils, Cole made a bold creative choice, settling into the window-facing corner of a painter's studio in Bushwick, sans running water, holing up to craft his music.

In this AC-less wooden room, throughout the thick of the summer, Cole surrounded himself with cassettes and LP's, the likes of Lucinda Williams, Arthur Russell, Faust, Nirvana, and Jandek; writings of N. Scott Momaday, James Welsh, Hart Crane, Marianne Moore, and James Baldwin; and dreams of aliens, affection, spirits, and the distant natural world (as he imagined it from his window facing the Morgan L train).

The resulting music is as cavernous as it is enveloping, asking you to get lost in it's tangles in an era that demands your attention be focused into 140 characters.

"Sometime" hit stores on October 11th with a second single to follow November 29, culminating in an early March EP release.
Broncho
Broncho
Blasted grassland, the thin ribbon line of the freeway
unspooling beneath wheels, skies stretched wide
between mountaintop. It is dream music, foggy,
atmospheric, the melodies you hear while you gazing
out through fingerprint smeared windows into a
constantly moving, metamorphing - landscape….
It makes sense then, that BRONCHO, born out of out a
film project, its initial incarnation sparked when
founder Ryan Lindsey was asked to create music, “to
set to an early 80s punk film.” “That’s all I knew about
it,” he remembers, “they were looking for songs that
touched this era. And songs kept coming to me and
turned something on inside of me artistically.” Lindsey
found himself in the midst of prolific run of songs and
he liked the idea “of starting out there and seeing
where it could go.”
What’s evolved from those first tracks there has been a
steady run of success, critical accolades and two fulllength
albums; 2011’s Can't Get Past the Lips,
2014’s Just Enough Hip to Be Woman. And beneath it all
– the music has been constantly mutating and
ceaselessly experimental. From that first inception as a
soundtrack in 2010, BRONCHO has taken on a life of its'
own – initial inspiration still there, but now pushing far
beyond the stiff confines of score. And what began as
an ode to ramshackle, high-energy early punk has
become something deeper, weirder, and much more
nuanced. The undercurrent of early 1980 punk is still
there, but The Ramones pogo has been replaced more
often by a kind of Love and Rockets inspired, honeyed,
cotton-mouthed drift.
Double Vanity is Lindsey and band mates Ben King,
Nathan Price and Penny Pitchlynn steadily moving
ahead, transforming the raw angst of the first record
into a sound decidedly more layered and
complex. Tracks like “New Karma" or “Two Step" riff off
the later explorations of punk, culling up refracted
images of John Hughes prom nights, love songs echoing
from a boom box held high. "Jenny Loves Jenae" and
"Speed Demon" strut with an when 80s met 50s swagger,
discord transformed into a jagged, frenetic pop.
"Señora Borealis" is all bad boy sneer - sensual, moody,
with a sly and predatory swagger. "I Know You" is
simultaneously infectious and brooding, somehow both
exalting and heartsick.
The result is a record that veers gleefully from
BRONCHO’s roots, moving from graffiti spray backrooms
into a sleeker, plusher sound, a place bright with the
polished gleam of chrome and bleached white
sunlight. Close your eyes and what you feel is the raw
wound pulse of adolescence, what you see behind your
lids is suburban shopping mall wastelands, glazed eyes,
dead grass, lips glossed in bubblegum pink. There is the
burst chest thump of teenage longing, the smell of
hairspray and cigarette. There is glow of neon and the
glint of streetlight rolling across hood.
Double Vanity evokes a shared nostalgia, for the past
and for the unknown future, as BRONCHO takes a turn
off the wide freeways and into a world of intimate,
intricate - but always universal - emotion.
Winter
Winter is the dream pop/shoegaze LA quartet formed in 2013 by Samira Winter(vocals/guitar), Matt Hogan (guitar), David Broyles (bass) and Garren Orr(drums). Their first full length "Supreme Blue Dream" was released via Lolipop Records March 2015.
The Paranoyds
The Paranoyds
Four-piece from Los Angeles. punk wing dong gaze porn pop cop chop proto shoes progs clogs hogs fuzzy wuzzy soaked hugs and slugs.
Venue Information:
Trees
2709 Elm Street
Dallas, TX, 75226
http://treesdallas.com/