Band to Watch: San Diego’s Crocodiles
Longtime friends trade in their dysfunctional punk past for a prettier noise-pop present.
“If you live there, then you slowly die.” That’s how Brandon Welchez, frontman and beat programmer for drone-pop duo Crocodiles, describes his band’s hometown of San Diego. “A lot of the nastiness in our music comes from reacting to the boring culture there, and the sunshine,” adds guitarist Charles Rowell. “The sunshine can be oppressive.”
“Oppressive sunshine” is a good way todescribe Crocodiles’ kaleidoscopically claustrophobic sound. Their debut album, Summer of Hate (Fat Possum), perfects a kind of maximal minimalism. Imagine Phil Spector, Kevin Shields, and Steve Albini having a ménage à trois and you get the idea: krautrock chime obscured by clouds of feedback haze, then obliterated by frenzied jackhammer electronics and Welchez’s sardonically sinister moan. “We’re really into blurring that line between violence and beauty,” Welchez says.
After their pals in No Age listed their single “Neon Jesus” among their top ten songs of 2008 on Stereogum, the buzz began. But Welchez insists he and Rowell didn’t court the attention. “We didn’t have a goal of being some fuckin’ hot ‘Internet sensation,’ ” he says. “That shit’s corny.” That’s why both worked day jobs (Rowell at a bakery, Welchez as a substitute teacher at a school for autistic children) while recording Summer of Hate, finishing their debut exactly to their specifications well before any label release was even considered. “Freedom is so important to us,” Welchez says. “We don’t want any fuckin’ chains.”
Listen: Crocodiles, “I Wanna Kill” (DOWNLOAD MP3)