incohero (is the way of the dinosaur)

incohero bleeds impulse & chaos. The music is a crashing ruckus with a sustained slur demanding your uninvited attention. Their live sound is like a car crash in the middle of a sunflower field filled with organic strumming meeting echoing low end, to the beat of clicking sticks & pounce. It is a transfixed sound – a constant evolution, plus & minus instruments & musicians, a re-construction & deconstruction of the songs. Their constant revision and post-revising guides the never-ending need to better the songs. It is this inner drive to evolve as people & as musicians taking leaps in life with relationships within the music that help them find the song. The songs are sad tales of social living; a mixture of exploited emotions of the past & testaments of what good comes out of being bad. The songs take you down swerving avenues & slurry corners with promises of getting you home on time, but they have you take the scenic route pass the four-car pile-up to find the perfect parking spot. With the music guiding you to a dive bar down a dark alleyway, “it’s never too late to stay out”, echoes. And shortly after you arrive, your plans of leaving early after too many drinks, only leaves you hiding out until morning, and what you may not remember the next day will drive your curiosity to take the trip again…

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