Localized is a monthly showcase of local bands at the Urban Lounge on the second Friday of each month. Horns and Bronco are playing, and this month’s opening band is The Breaks.
Charles Jensen: 2 keyboards, 1 finger
David Burl Styer III: Flyte, 1 finger too
Scott Selfridge: Guitar and vocals
Jeremy Smith: Drums
When I went to meet with Horns at the Urban Lounge, we scoot into one of those new booths in the corner.
“I prepped an interview. I wrote an interview that I was going to give to you and have you just print that. But I lost it,” Scott tells me. The other band members describe this interview, which I will never see, as a scroll with burnt edges and sealed with red wax. In addition to Horns, Scott is also in Red Bennies and Coyote Hoods. “Jeremy is in The Wolfs, Fifi Murmur, Zebra, Vile Blue Shades and probably five other bands. He’s a whore,” says Scott.
I ask what I will see when they take the stage.
“In reality, what will you be seeing?” says Scott. “That’s what makes this band different from most bands; it doesn’t follow your stereotypical practice schedules. My goal was to make a band that wasn’t like Red Bennies or Coyote Hoods,” Scott answers. “It’s not a dictatorship, but it’s not a democracy, either. Those bands have to uphold a certain level of excellence and if they don’t, they hate themselves and beat themselves up about it until they get to the next level. This band is automatically there and the more we push, the less we get what we want out of it. So I don’t know what you’ll see.”
“I’ve never been in a band that I know what it sounds like. Analogies are boring. I don’t like them,” Charles says.
“We’re definitely hard rock. You won’t see anything that sucks tonight, that’s for sure,” Scott adds. Then he talks about The Horns drummer, Jeremy.
“Jeremy is like a chainsaw. If you just let a chainsaw go on full blast, then it will just go all over the place, but it’s doing the right thing—it’s cutting.
“It’s the same thing with all you guys. I don’t push my opinion on you, I just use what you have and let everyone blossom and shine in their own right and in their parts.”
Jeremy arrives later, unaware that he was likened to a chainsaw.
Writing songs for this band is an immediate process; if the music gets labored, they throw it out.
“It either comes perfect, or not at all,” says Scott. “We’re still meticulous. It’s like a bad relationship. Why work it out with a girl or a guy you don’t get along with? Move on; find someone you do get along with.”
T-Bone: Vocals, harmonica and guitar
Bronco is waiting for me at Arrow Press Square up a flight of metal staircase behind their practice space with a few cans of Pabst scattered in front of them.
“How long have we been playing? Five months?” Engrid asks T-Bone.
“I was in Austin for a while,” T-Bone says. “I got back last July. She lived in Portland for six years. I think it’s not just coincidence. I was going up to the Northwest, but my truck broke down in Albuquerque, so I’m back here.”
T-Bone used to be prolific in Salt Lake bands, and it was near impossible to go out and not see a band he was in.
“Tyler likes to make a lot of funny jokes when we’re on stage.” Engrid says. Tyler says that they are not funny. “I think they’re funny,” she says.
“Bronco is pretty tame, unlike what a bronco would be,” Tyler says. Engrid adds that it’s more like a sleeping bronco. The two of them are pretty laid back as well, drinking beer in the late afternoon, surrounded by the weed Trees of Paradise. A woman walks underneath us and asks what happened to the sex shop that used to be there.
“My friend used to buy weird shit from there. She’d always make me go with her to sex shops to buy weird stuff. I don’t know why,” Engrid says after the strange woman asked about the missing sex shop. “I did make out with somebody in the Victoria’s Secret at Fashion Place mall one time. We just walked in there and decided to make out. We thought it was funny.”
The two of them are not necessarily unwilling to talk about their music; it’s simply that they don’t seem to think there is much to talk about in regards to it.
“We’re kind of folk-y …” T-Bone trails off. “I don’t know. I’m sorry, Camilla, I really don’t know.”
“I would say rock, folk and blues. But it’s electric; not acoustic at all,” Engrid tries to help. We’re asked about the strip club, which is questionably closed as well.
“This is a tough town to expose yourself in,” T-Bone says.
Engrid used to play with lots of girls, in Holly is My Hobby, The Chase and Terratoma. She moved up to Portland with another band, Slow. T-Bone and Engrid always agree on when to practice and when to perform. They seem comfortable together and it would be easy to mistake them for siblings, given the way they occasionally finish each other’s thoughts.