My new favorite band, Beast Make Bomb balances clever art-school songcraft with punk moxie. Three years on from their inception at NYU, they are navigating a rising course through the New York music scene. With cool confidence, they have great potential and no shortage of energy to play shows large and small. I caught two of the latter just last week and remain infatuated with a band that deserves more fans and praise than little ol' me can provide.
It's hard to express, but on that night at Bar Matchless, they were just the perfect band to see--the right band for me, that is. Maybe I'm projecting on them what I want from my ideal band, but you can't deny the facts: the guitarist's slick riffs, lead singer's swagger, bassist's scruffiness, and drummer's intensity.
And although I don't know the members of BMB, they are as essential to my appreciation of the band as its music. Once again, I hope to draw inspiration from talented people doing what they love (because it certainly can't be for the money). Striving to be creative and productive with all their available time and talent, while remaining true themselves, has brought them this far and surely further. But who knows ... they may break up next week, their synergy spent; and I may very well get another new favorite band, and no longer show up like Mel from Flight of the Conchords at every concert. Yet, since they're good and didn't seem like they were, you know, half-assing it up there, I doubt any of that will happen soon.
Since I lack a certain distance and critical eye/ear, I realize this post may not be the most objective or insightful review. Nonetheless, BMB in concert is the best art (and fun) I have recently experienced, and I couldn't not share it.
