On The Goe: Bronco Country gives GJ music scene a proper kick in the teeth
For one night back in November, all was right in the world. The small side of Sabrosa was stacked five deep at the bar with freaks and geeks getting loose, alternating between bottles of Sessions Premium Lager and shots of Fireball Cinnamon Whiskey.
Waves of Grand Junction’s bored and disenfranchised youth crashed through the front door, packing the bar right to the point of being uncomfortable. Standing room only doesn’t begin to explain the density of the situation. Stuffed in shoulder-to-shoulder with amped-up 20-and 30-somethings usually presents a number of obvious problems. That Saturday night, though, was magic. No fights, no problems, just a room buzzing with anticipation. Soon the band that inspired more passion and local enthusiasm than anyone was about to cut it up.
Body odor, stale booze, and cigarette smoke wafted through the air, mixing with mic checks and snare hits coming from the back of the room. Craning necks turned, trying to get a glimpse of the source of the sound and gage how far away they were from showtime.
It would still be a while. Barely visible under the yellow glow of Sabrosa’s track lighting the four groups of musicians, Homebody, American Culture, New York City Cops and Bronco Country were milling around, doing whatever bands do before shows.
As the bass player for New York City Cops, there was really nothing for me to do besides tune my guitar and let the real primadonnas — the drummers and guitar players — fiddle with their cymbals and pedal boards. We played last that night so I hit the bar for a quick drink before ducking into the back alley to chill out before things got out of control.
From the alley I could eventually hear the crowd yelling “hot dog!” That meant it was time to get back inside. For unknown reasons, that chant had become the rally cry for Bronco Country. It meant they were on stage and about to start playing.
I squeezed in a couple rows back from the front — close enough to be in the action but far enough away to bolt when the mosh inevitably got too rowdy. As Bronco Country went through their final soundcheck I overheard two crusty gutter punks talking about the band most people came to see.
“Have you ever seen Bronco Country?”
“No. I can’t wait! I’ve heard they’re crazy.”
“Man, Bronco Country is the best thing that’s ever happened to Grand Junction.”
That statement is more accurate than you might think. Since that last Bronco Country show, one that nearly broke the Fifth Street dive bar, Grand Junction’s music scene has been lackluster to say the least. Without a proper punk band to stand up and kick the teeth out of a community completely stuck in place, there’s been little musical action to be truly excited about.
That changes next week.
After almost a year off, Bronco Country is back for one more show. Playing a huge bill on Friday, Aug. 26, with Zolopht, Mount Orchid, Johnson County Corners, Ryan Harrison and Shawn Ray at Barons Grill, this is a rare chance to feel alive and excited in Grand Junction.
Front man Matt Zurek, guitarist Griff Chiono, bassist Colin Keefe, and drummer Austin Martinez combine to make Bronco Country the raddest band Junction has ever known. If you talk to them they will probably downplay their relevance, but the way Grand Junction connects to this band emotionally, like they did on that night in November, and like they will at Barons, is special.
At the end of Bronco Country’s most riotous song, the one that really drives crowds nuts, “The Fuzz,” Zurek sings “we’re just having fun/ having some beers/ what’s the big deal?”
The big deal is, this is Bronco Country’s party and we’re just lucky to be on the guest list.