The Golden Falcons

The Golden Falcons
Another rawkin’ multiguitar Texas band, Dallas’ the Golden Falcons, flies into town this week. But rather than bounce power chords off folks’ skulls, these guys seem intent on saving indie fans from the post-hardcore blues. All dirt and snarl on their early demos, the Falcons have grown into an octet that grinds together robotic postpunk, hardcore and psychedelic electro lunacy into a jubilant, driving mix that climaxes in choruses echoing with feedback and joy. Leading the pack of virtual drugged-up superheroes is insanely tall (we’re talking 7 feet) Robert Dunlap, whose growling baritone gets air support from wild-ass guitarist Joshua Weber’s pterodactyl-like screeches while keyboardist Jonny Mars lets loose with sonic flying-saucer attacks. “We throw a party, and people pay to come,” says drummer Jared Jackson of the Falcons’ live shows. Fortunately, that mentality hasn’t hurt the band’s productivity. The Falcons’ self-released debut, The Honduras Album, is a dynamic gem, boasting a Pavement cover so sick and brutal it’d make Stephen Malkmus pass out. —