Hailing from the vast sprawl of Los Angeles, MIND MELD became one in the early daze of 2015. Their melodic brand of heavy garage-psych is catchier and more fully-realized than 99.9% of their peers and their hooks will grab you like a paddle cactus quill and bury themselves deep under your skin, but there will be no pain.
Members of the unit have played with and/or are current members of other bands, but MIND MELD's sum is greater than it's parts. Something about the band's sound is so natural and organic that it immediately feels like something you've heard before, but you won't be able to place it because it's all original. Influences include, but aren't limited to the Gories, the Stooges, Hawkwind, Edgar Broughton Band (they slay a cover of "Why Can't Somebody Love Me") and a mix of modern Garage and Psychedelic Rock.
MIND MELD's poppier numbers still have a air of heaviness to them, while their heavy jams can hold their own with the densest of them. The rhythm section is rock solid. Always in the pocket, not too simple, but not overly complex. The guitar is tastefully ripping, grooving along with the drums and bass most of the time, but soaring to the outer limits at just the right moments. A perfect rock'n'roll recipe.
Their debut "You're Not Free" 7" flexi-disc, which was recorded at Permanent Records in Highland Park, sold out almost immediately and was referred to by Buzz Bands LA as "a buzzing flashback to the groovy ’60s, hooky and unfussy and out of your face in under 2 1/2 minutes."
They've only been playing live for a year and they've already opened for FIDLAR, Mikal Cronin, King Gizzard and the Lizard Wizard, Meatbodies, Zig Zags, and Feels. Opening slots are fine and dandy, but you can count on seeing Mind Meld at the top of the bill sooner than later.
The songs that Jesus Sons write serve as explicit documentation of living in modern day America. The lyrics are filled with shady characters from the back streets of San Francisco and beyond. The ones lurking in the shady corners of your local watering hole, taking long drags off their cigarettes. Their breath stained of cheap whiskey. The music is the product of each members' geographical origins colliding together. Two hometown buds from Idaho lay down vocals, guitar, harmonica and drums, two boys from Los Angeles bring in the bass and slide guitar and a lone ranger rings in the tasteful lead guitar and harmonica from Iowa. The five boys of Jesus Sons dust each song with their experiences of growing up in a troubled time. There is an uneasiness underneath their youthful, determined soundtrack for the modern day motorcycle riding, fast driving, whiskey and beer drinking, freedom seeking kids of today and tomorrow.