Treadwell consists of nothing more than your very own, deepest and innermost thinkings,
rolled up into a 3-dimensional sphere consisting of seemingly smooth surfaces, to be discovered that if you cut into it and take a chunk out it's a bit rough in the middle. This layered structure has the potential to morph into a fully exposed landmine, sprinkled with expectation so fragile and brittle that if only but a tiny spec of sugarcoated debris cuts through its atmosphere and touches ground, it'll detonate, releasing a sound that will resonate and permeate through your entire body, out your pores and into your surroundings, spreading like rapid wildfire throughout your personal universe, creating an engulfing haze you would love to just get lost in, and ultimately masking any feelings of doubt or hopelessness if only for a moment, but a moment that can be sustained, even after the fog clears and you're left with no choice but to emerge out of hiding.
Honing their sound from inside different basements across Connecticut, Treadwell has recently been spreading their music throughout the state, playing shows from New Haven to Hartford as well as into New York. Their self-titled LP made its debut in February 2016, with plenty more music to follow. There will be an EP release in 2017, but the main focus is to play, play, play, and offer show-goers a chance to see into the souls they put into their art. Look forward to hearing a lot more from Treadwell in the near future.