Presently writing and recording in Southern Connecticut, Western Estates is an embryonic combination of new and old friends playing tuneful rock sparkling with creativity and a dash of prog for good measure. Featuring a stunningly sweet female vocalist and 3 guys trying to change the number of the beast to 203, Western Estates invites you to their universe.
This four-piece band proves the whole is greater than the sum of its parts. Laura Klein (MZT), Glenn Furst (various local projects), Matt Cranmer (Codename Ella), and Jarrod Ruby (x-Thirdborder, AM, Proton Proton, Doug Gillard [Guided By Voices]) came together to challenge themselves to create a sound grounded in rock yet constantly reaching towards an eclectic variety of influences.
Each member has a unique musical background and multiple musical talents, which you can hear in the songwriting. Their songs range from romantic duets about carnival rides to stoner-rock odes to murder and mayhem, revenge-ballads to wistfully temporal love songs, all while maintaining their roots in Garage Rock.
Their music is accessible without ever quite fitting a formula. It is catchy without being repetitive, melodic without being generic, and surprising without being off-putting.
Western Estates is constantly developing new music and incorporating different instruments to their oeuvre. Catch them playing shows around CT and NY.
The Right Offs
"We're The Right Offs. We play rock 'n roll nice and loud. Connecticut is where we're from. When we speak we shout and when we play we entertain. Maybe it's art, maybe it's music, maybe it's just what we love. Nothing wasted; not one movement, syllable or glance. You'll see us coming out of the corner of your eye and we'll leave it to you to try and turn away."
Fatal Film is one of New London, CT’s great rock and roll acts. They’ve been playing some of the best shows of their storied run over the last couple of years churning out sonic and mischief and wowing audiences with the results. Their latest self-titled full length reveals a new depth to their songwriting, while maintaining both their garage grime and ur-sensibilities spawned long ago by Elton John, T. Rex and Nick Cave. The lyrics, while solipsistic, are clever, self-depracating, and wittily arrogant. Match that to rock-solid bass lines that sing counterpoint to Potter's vocals and a rhythm section that has worked together for years, and you have a project that defies classification.
Fun rock from CT!