… In which I talk to The Bronx’s throat Matt Caughthran and yell about how they’re the world’s greatest punk band. Also, Bronx 5 comes up, as does Mariachi El Bronx and what the line of demarcation is between the two bands.
Plus, I get to relive one of the most memorable, come-to-god musical moments i’ve ever seen, when The Bronx single-handedly alleviated two days of miserable and wet festival going with a set that literally put me on my knees (in mud) with my arms raised to the air.
The evolution of Ben Lee is pretty interesting — from weirdo indie pop to conceptual spiritual noise to agreeable adult contemporary folk-pop — and his latest album takes a very high-minded bent. Just in case you didn’t pick that up from the title. Freedom, Love and the Recuperation of the Human Mind is out now and I reviewed it for Rolling Stonehere.