Colorado Music Madness: Monroe Monroe
The Colorado music sphere is much more than just obnoxiously repetitive “Ho Heys” and John Denver. While both have managed to help shift the spotlight onto the artist’s scene here, the similarities stop there. Our growing populace of a once single-cow terrain has brought with it an engaging diversity. From indie sob-rock to punk, from electronic to experimental, all that and everything in between are important in growing the audible treats we call our own. But not everything the state puts out is crème brulee and angel kisses. The notion of spending a night in a strange bar listening to a band nobody’s ever heard of is worrisome. For every one great band there are 50 miserable ones, and with odds like that, you’re better off sitting at home with one in the chamber. That’s why we like to keep our finger on the pulse of the music life here in Colorado. Here's one of our favorite local bands that's the heartbeat behind that pulse.
While frontman and brave crooner Moonbeam Abbatecola can’t claim he’s actually from the frigid terrain of Antarctica, he can very well assert his music is. He’s taken trips to the desolate landscape through the years and called the voyages were nothing short of inspirational. The lack of all that is anything was an escape for Abbatecola and allowed him an opportunity to not be awash in popular culture references or subconscious experiences while writing. In its efforts, Monroe Monroe draws obvious references to some late 20th century iconic bands from critics, but manages to hold enough distinction that the implications fall irrelevant. The stadium rock sound, supported by brothers Andrew and Danny Aranow on drums and guitar, and James Morrison on bass, is something that identifies Monroe Monroe with larger venue association, but can just as easily be enjoyed in smaller, more intimate context. The latest EP, “Interiors,” is a consistent collection of all the band embodies. The anthemic themes are carried through in an agreeable fashion that’s surpassed only by the legendary back-end work of The Blasting Room studios. For those trying to wash themselves of the fading folk revolution, Monroe Monroe all but caters to the long-awaited resurgence of rock.