The Klanks

Prepared for anything, you begin reading the Klanks’ biography. Immediately, you are at the edge of your seat, drowning in information about the band. You are transported to their early days when Dylan and Ethan were just two young boys in middle school who wanted to start a rock and roll band and take over the world. You can almost hear the cacophony of their very first cover songs. Suddenly, three years have passed. Ethan is now a freshman in high school when he befriends a skinny fellow who only goes by the name of “Adam”. The first original songs are written and the journey begins.
You read all about their extensive history and are extremely impressed by their association with greats like George Martin and Billy Preston until you realize you are reading a summary of the Beatles on Wikipedia. Looking back at the Klanksography, you read that they have performed at such venues as The House of Blues in Dallas multiple times, Hailey's and Andy's in Denton, Trees, the Boiler Room, Club Dada, La Grange, and countless other Deep Ellum clubs and bars. Sometime later, a cheerful soul named Brandon joins as a second guitarist and The Klanks begin their slow and ineffective plan for world domination.
As you continue reading, you wonder why you are sweating so profusely.
You are now at the part where they talk about their influences. A master chef prepares his ingredients while Led Zeppelin and Black Sabbath sit on the burner. The Pixies, Radiohead, Queens of the Stone Age, and Tame Impala are added as the Classic Rock begins to boil. The ensuing aroma is rich and bold; you find that your mouth is watering. The chef sprinkles bits of Beck, Van Halen, Hella, and Soundgarden on top and uses punk and psychedelic rock as thickening agents. The dish is then stirred gently, left to simmer for a minute, and finally served to you on a silver platter. Instinctively, you down a spoonful of The Klanks and your world is transformed. Waves of rock and roll come crashing down on you while brutal tones clash before your eyes. Almost simultaneously, an explosion of sensation erupts and overwhelms you and your mortal mind mind fails to comprehend the anthemic atmosphere that has now engulfed you. Killer riffs and atypical chord progressions get introduced and transformed into Escher-esque creations, with only a faint reminder of the original left. Time signatures and rhythms constantly change while the groove remains and for the first time in your life the universe finally appears to be flowing in harmony.

Adam