Broncho is an Oklahoma band that blends garage rock snap with new-wave gloss, led by a singer's sly, nasal tone.
From Norman halls to neon gloss
They came up around Norman and Oklahoma City, moving from scrappy
Can't Get Past the Lips riffs to the smoother pulse of
Bad Behavior.
Hooks that snap, crowds that lean in
Expect a brisk set that jumps from
Class Historian to
Boys Got to Go, with fan-favorite
Stay Loose and the drifting
Sandman popping up. The crowd tends to be a mix of longtime indie heads in vintage tees, newer fans drawn by catchy hooks, and a few local lifers who know every break. Early copies of
Can't Get Past the Lips came out on the Oklahoma shop label Guestroom Records before a wider reissue. On stage, they often keep banter short and chain songs back-to-back, a habit carried over from tight DIY sets. Guitars usually stay crisp and a bit overdriven, while the drummer pushes quick, danceable tempos. Note that songs mentioned and ideas about production are thoughtful forecasts, not firm promises.
The Broncho Crowd, Up Close
Denim, downstrokes, and quick chants
Expect compact pits near the front with people bouncing more than shoving, and pockets of head-nodders near the sides. Clothes skew toward worn denim, striped tees, and thrifted windbreakers, with a few slick leather jackets nodding to the new-wave sheen. Between songs, fans tend to trade quick notes about which record era they favor, often splitting between
Double Vanity moodiness and
Bad Behavior sparkle. A common chant is the clipped 'hey!' hits from
Class Historian, which the crowd mirrors on the snare accents. Merch tables lean simple: bold text tees, a single bright poster, maybe a limited cassette for the collectors. Overall, it feels like a room of people who came to move and sing, then talk music after the lights come up.
How Broncho Makes It Hit
Tight forms, sly details
Broncho rides short, taut song forms where the verses are clipped and choruses bloom fast. The singer leans into a nasal, half-smirk tone that cuts through even when the band gets loud. Guitars favor bright, choppy strums with a little grit, and parts often lock to the drum patterns to make the groove feel springy. Live, they sometimes tune a half-step down to warm the attack and give the vocal a little extra room. Several songs arrive leaner than on record, with synth lines hinted by guitar harmonics or a simple keyboard pad. They like to slow a bridge by a hair, then slam the last chorus back in at full speed, a small shift that lifts the room. Lighting usually stays monochrome with quick flashes on snare hits, serving the punch without pulling focus.
Kindred Company for Broncho
Kindred hooks, different shades of grit
If you like the spry, surf-tinged melancholy of
The Drums,
Broncho sits in that lane but swings a little grittier.
Wavves fans will hear the same buzzy guitars and punchy choruses, though
Broncho favors tighter rhythms over fuzz spill.
FIDLAR is a match for the punk edges and shout-along moments, especially when the tempos spike. For guitar weirdness and off-kilter pop instincts,
Ty Segall overlaps, yet
Broncho keeps the melodies cleaner and the vocals more clipped. These acts also draw crowds who dance more than they mosh, making the rooms feel kinetic without chaos. If that balance of sugar and scrape works for you, this show will land.
