In Lafayette’s slumping indie rock scene, young band Brass Bed is a decent size fish getting bigger and bigger in a pond that grows smaller and smaller with each lackluster crowd. In the past 10 months, Brass Bed performed at two of the state’s biggest festivals, first Voodoo Music Experience, then a main stage spot at Festival International. Without the help of a label, they received glowing reviews in established outside publications Creative Loafing and Flagpole, another rarity for local rock. It hasn’t made Brass Bed instant stars, but it all looks good on paper.
Member Christiaan Mader jokes of their Voodoo Fest gig, “It reminds me of that Simpsons episode where Lisa’s helping Marge write out her résumé, and she’s like, ‘You worked for the Carter administration—well, you voted for him twice.’ Our name is on the T-shirt. As far as anyone else is concerned, we opened for Wilco.”
The slot before Wilco would have worked, as the quintet weaves the band’s influences into their self-described alt.country indie noise pop. Their Midnight Matinee is record of strong influences. The heady playfulness of Flaming Lips is combined with the big as a circus sound of Sgt. Pepper, but their punchy and poetic writing style keeps them grounded.
“When people say we sound poppy, we don’t take that as an insult,” says Mader. “There’s nothing wrong with writing something that could ideally be liked by a lot of different people.”