Broncho‚Äôs second album Just Enough Hip To Be Woman is chock full of infectious DIY-flavored power-pop songs that are equal parts garage, bubblegum, and hyper new wave energy. Broncho don‚Äôt mess around, cramming 11 songs into 33 minutes so your buzz won‚Äôt wear off before the record‚Äôs over. Lots of hooks and distant, fuzzy vocals that will get stuck in your head for sure.
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Just Enough Hip To Be Woman is a bold step forward for BRONCHO. Though it certainly bears the hallmarks of their previous work ‚ÄĒ fuzzy, guitar driven rock - the production and energy of the record moves into decidedly sleeker and decidedly more new wave directions (think Cheap Trick meets the Drive soundtrack meets every great song from Fast Times at Ridgemont High meets the greatest after-hours party you‚Äôve never been to). Tracks like ‚ÄúStay Loose,‚ÄĚ ‚ÄúNC-17‚ÄĚ and ‚ÄúWhat‚ÄĚ are the kind of pop-rock that could have easily been beamed in from the same universe that gave rise to The Cars (or a looser version of The Strokes), while the album's first single, ‚ÄúClass Historian‚ÄĚ ‚ÄĒ with its unstoppable ‚Äúdo do do do‚ÄĚ vocal refrain is the kind of song that seems scientifically engineered to stick in your brain forever and is arguably best played loudly over a car stereo with the windows down and your long hair blowing in the breeze. Clocking in at just more than 30 minutes, the eleven tracks on the new record are a potent statement of intent: an effortless sounding rock record that dips its toe into a variety of different styles without every succumbing to any of them. It‚Äôs a record that sounds like the summer. Or the future.
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