The Bronx

The Bronx

Since the inception of the group, audio & visual dissident have been the agenda. The first offering from The Bronx was 28 minutes of white hot noise, authentic imperfection at its finest, served to the world three times over during two and a half years of extensive touring. Released in 2003 and accompanied by a handful of EP1s and 7-inches, the debut is considered to be virtually out of print in the United States. It1s a shame too. It's a fine record. In a concerted effort to gain acceptance into a world of grammatically incorrect band names and hair that looks like it was cut with a stapler, the group traveled to El Cajon to meet with a mystic and were told to conceive their new record in the tepid coastal climate of Venice Beach, California where none of the above would possibly be found. Recorded in a converted methadone clinic a half-block from the Venice boardwalk and inspired by the contrast of its filth and its filthy rich, the method was much the same as the group's first record - all basic tracks were recorded completely live, capturing the essence of simultaneous, convincing performances. Again, studio perfection wasn't the measuring stick. The miss-hits and off-notes are all part of the live experience, something the band seems to be championing in these times of glossed over turd-polishing. Vocals were tracked separately on a microphone that Hitler used to address the motherland. Intriguing information, especially when coming from it1s owner, the producer, the engineer, a man whose last name happens to be Beinhorn (not German).