Photo: Joshua Michael Shelton
In a tale that could only be described as “From Cornfields to Carnivals,” Indiana Bradley has spun his Midwestern roots into a kaleidoscope of spun yarns, traipsing from the tango halls of Argentina to the tempestuous terrains of Indonesia. Bradley’s life reads like a passport on a caffeine binge, each stamp a slice of humanity wrapped up in a neat little vignette.
As a journalist, Bradley gathered stories, each one a fresh lens through which to peer at the ever-puzzling human saga. Now, these wanderlust-infused narratives find a home in his music, turning songwriting into a globetrotter’s guide to the soul. Bradley’s existential musings tackle the big-ticket items – life, death, the murky waters of morality, and that eternal tango between the light and the dark.
His band, now consisting of the inimitable Eddie Curi laying down the bass grooves, Lucas Aton keeping the beats on drums, Andy Rehfeldt shredding the guitar, and Daddy Priest adding that extra layer of guitar magic, chart unexplored territories of sound and soul.
“Rival’s Plunder,” a standout track from “The Canticles of Los Angeles,” unfolds as a languorous dirge, leading listeners through a haunting melody towards a climactic, resplendent outro. Bradley infuses the piece with a shadowy, romantic elegance, marrying melancholy with grandeur. In the cavernous depths of his striking baritone, one discerns echoes of a venerable lineage: the haunting reverberations of Nick Cave, the rugged timbre of Johnny Cash, all seasoned with the experimental flair of Frank Tovey’s neo-folk odysseys. Bradley’s voice seems to traverse the annals of time, conjuring the primal essence of ancient balladry with a modern twist.
Indiana Bradley crafted the video by blending stock footage of vintage fashion models with live recordings. The live segments were expertly captured by Marcela Porcaro in various rock venues across Belo Horizonte, Brazil, including A Obra Bar Dançante, 80s Bar, and Beerstock,
Watch the video for “Rival’s Plunder” below:
Six years have passed since Bradley’s feet first touched the sun-baked streets of Los Angeles. Amidst the urban hum, he birthed the haunting LP, “Ghost Star,” punctuated by two raw live albums echoing the soul of The Satellite and the pulse of Harvard & Stone. From Silverlake’s bohemian alleys to the neon glow of the Sunset Strip, to the fiery rhythm of Belo Horizonte, Brazil, Bradley’s sound has found its echo.
Hunter Burgan of A.F.I., enchanted by Bradley’s resonance, lent his hand in sculpting the ethereal “Pale City” – a 4-track EP. Yet, another offering looms just at the horizon: a 6-track EP, melded with the alchemy of Seth Olansky, christened “Canticles Los Angeles.” With a style refusing confinement, Bradley is flanked by Eddie Curi’s bass, Lucas Aton’s drumbeat, Andy Rehfeldt’s guitar strains, and Daddy Priest’s electrifying strings.
Indiana Bradley is gearing up for a tour of Brazil this summer, with an impressive lineup that includes Eddie Curi on bass, Felipe Valderrama on drums, Gustavo Bracher on guitar, and Hugo Bizzoto on keyboards. In addition to the tour, there’s an exciting future music collaboration in the works: Bradley is teaming up with producer and engineer Keith Cooper, who is also known for his role as the drummer for the band Dear Boy.
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