The Airborne Toxic Event
"Poetry you can dance to...nothing short of amazing." LA TIMES
"The best debut CD of 2008." THE BOSTON HERALD
"Earnest tales of downtrodden folk, seeking contact in a disconnected age."
"Packed with widescreen rock of very high quality...call that a tribute to the undeniable power of Mikel Jollett's songwriting.” THE GUARDIAN
"A true poetic experience. Beautiful, painful and terrifyingly real." SEATTLE
"Inebriated celebrations of love’s boundless optimism." BLENDER
"Profoundly uplifting songs...a slice of Springsteen-sprinkled, classic indie rock." Q
"Occasionally you get lucky and stumble across a band at the very moment they ignite the engines and blast off into the heavens. The Airborne Toxic Event just gets louder and richer until the music practically bursts at the seams and spills its steaming guts across the stage." NME
"Even at its most desolate, The Airborne Toxic Event turns the most solemn of wakes into a glorious fanfare. Make no mistake about it, every single song tells its own story." DROWNED IN SOUND
"A compelling collision of influences from Springsteen, the Clash, Modest Mouse, Pulp, Franz Ferdinand and Arcade Fire cooked up into classic status in it's own right. Favourite new band? Don't bet against it." LONDON TIMES
When the Airborne Toxic Event took the stage at Spaceland in Silver Lake on January 31st of 2008, the 400-capacity venue was a madhouse. In the entryway, patrons squeezed in and pled their cases to the door girl. Another 400 people queued impatiently along the sidewalk outside, forming a massive line of a thousand people that snaked down Silver Lake Boulevard, surrounding the venue on all sides.
It was the final night of the band’s five-week residency at the legendary Eastside venue, and all that month, when they weren’t rehearsing or performing, they were busy self-recording their first fulllength album at a friend’s home studio in Eagle Rock. For the past week their song, “Sometime Around Midnight,” had unexpectedly been played again and again on KROQ, the biggest rock radio station in the world. The highly respected Indie 103.1 had suddenly started playing it too.
It quickly became the most requested song on both stations, despite the fact that it had no “chorus” or “hook.” The song was essentially a poem set to music describing the desperate inner monologue of a man seeing a lost love at a bar with someone else. One critic described it as Leonard Cohen backed by the Jesus and Mary Chain.
At the time, the band had no label, no manager, no publicist, no radio promoter, and no distribution. In fact, both stations were spinning an un-mastered mp3 of the song, barely three weeks after it had been recorded.
It was an odd moment, one in which it seemed that whatever rules had been established in the music world suddenly didn’t apply and all the connections, money, favors and advertisements faded in the face of music people wanted to hear.
That night onstage, the conversation between singer Mikel Jollett and guitarist Steven Chen went something like this:
Chen: “This is really fucking strange.”
Jollett: “Yes. It is.”
Two years earlier, Jollett was a writer working on his first novel when he experienced the worst week of his life. In a span of seven days, his mother was diagnosed with cancer, he in turn was diagnosed with a genetic autoimmune disease, he and his long-term girlfriend broke up, and after camping out in the hospital for several days for his mother’s surgery, he came down with pneumonia.
“Something in me snapped,” Jollett says. “Like, I literally just lost my mind and didn’t care about anything. Except music.” Emerging from a month-long haze (in which he also went through nicotine withdrawal, quitting a two-pack-a-day habit), the published author suddenly found himself with a mad desire to do nothing but play music. Which is what he did, alone in his apartment, every day for the next year.
Though he continued to write prose (a section of his novel is excerpted as a short story in the June 2008 McSweeney’s), at some point he realized that he was writing a rock and roll record instead of a book.
Daren Taylor had recently moved back to Los Angeles from Fresno and was looking for something to do. The 26-year-old former punk drummer met Jollett through a friend, and after briefly quizzing one another on rock trivia and playing some songs together, the two promptly locked themselves in a small room in a warehouse in downtown L.A. and for the next four months, worked out beats and breaks, screaming into microphones, stomping, drinking, dancing and wailing into the night.
They felt perhaps they were on to something.
Months went by, during which the two flirted with the idea of becoming a two-piece. Then they met Noah Harmon. Also a former punk rock acolyte, Harmon had recently earned a degree in jazz double bass from the California Institute of the Arts. He taught music to kids in East L.A. and was the rare melding of punk, jazz and baroque— somewhere between Brahms, Charlie Parker, and the Misfits. Jollett asked him one day if he could play electric bass. He could, in fact.
Anna Bulbrook was next. A classically trained violinist from Boston, she met Jollett at a taco stand at two in the morning one night. They were both a tad drunk and he asked her if she could play some viola for his band. A versatile musician who had spent 10 of her 23 years playing in symphonies, it was discovered on a whim one night, that she could also sing and play piano.
Finally, Steven Chen, who knew Jollett from halcyon days in San Francisco when they were both part of the same clique of writers, was asked to come by the warehouse one afternoon and play something on the keyboard. He insisted instead on guitar. After escaping to Tokyo for a few weeks, he returned to Los Angeles and joined the band fulltime.
Having discovered the postmodern writer Don DeLillo’s novel White Noise, the band took its name from a section of that book in which the main character is exposed to an enormous chemical explosion— dubbed by the media in Orwellian double-speak: “the Airborne Toxic
As a result of being exposed to the cloud, he is told he is going to die. This realization changes him, making his life, his relationships, his desires, more vital, more real, more alive. The cloud becomes a living metaphor for the fear of death and how this fear transforms him. The band thought it might make an appropriate band name.
Airborne quickly developed a reputation for cathartic, wailing live shows, reaching the usually stoic East Side L.A. indie rock crowd on a gut level. Many danced. Some cried. Sing-alongs became the norm. Harmon played his bass with bow like a cello while Taylor pounded away on a car hood taken from a junkyard one afternoon. It was not uncommon for the band to throw thirty tambourines into the crowd or for Harmon or Bulbrook to jump into the ruckus among a chorus of handclaps as Jollett screamed from the stage while the audience screamed back.
“Everyone’s got to sweat,” Jollett says. “Something, as opposed to nothing, has to happen. You’ve got to wonder if a riot is going to break out or if the whole place is going to burn down. That’s what makes it rock and roll. Otherwise it’s just folk with a back-beat.”
It was this feeling of catharsis—the live energy created by the soaring, jagged songs—that the band set out to capture in the studio. Teaming up with friend Pete Min in his home studio in the mountainous Los Angeles neighborhood Eagle Rock, the band spent six months recording and mixing, remixing and obsessing over reverb. They made the album themselves, having turned down offers from major producers.
Soon the upstart West Coast indie imprint Majordomo offered the band a partnership indie deal (structured very much like Radiohead’s progressive deal with TBD), so they took it. At the time, they had exactly one label mate (the local Silver Lake band, Earlimart).
In their first year as a traveling band, the Airborne Toxic Event played more than 200 shows. During one stint in November, 2008, they played 30 shows in 30 days in the United Kingdom, managing to visit just about every corner of the England, Wales and Scotland—even tiny towns like Stoke-on-Trent, Yeovil, Barrow-in-Furnace and Fife—places that most British bands don’t go. Word of their raucous show spread, and when the record came out in the UK in February 2009, it debuted in the top 40 of the UK pop charts.
This was an unheard-of feat for a band that was self-releasing a record in the UK (since Majordomo didn’t have a UK division). Every single show of its follow-up UK tour in the spring was sold out. (As were future shows: one infamous London show in a 900-capacity venue sold out in 15 minutes)…
Back in the United States, the single “Sometime Around Midnight” continued to climb the radio charts, eventually cracking the top five. It was the first time a band on an independent label had done so in 20 years.
KONGOS is a rock band of four brothers (Johnny, Jesse, Dylan and Danny Kongos) - sons of South African/British singer-songwriter John Kongos, best known for his two international hits 'He's Gonna Step On You Again' and 'Tokoloshe Man'. They grew up in London and South Africa and are now based in Phoenix, Arizona.
Their debut album was self-released in 2007, receiving glowing reviews and gaining them local acclaim in Arizona.
After being playlisted on 5FM, the biggest TOP 40 station in South Africa, the first single "I'm Only Joking" from their new album "Lunatic" went on to hit No. 1 on the Tuks FM rock chart and was the most requested song for 11 weeks in a row. The band is now on their 7th single, with 5 TOP 40 hits and several #1/Top 10 hits on various charts, making the album a top seller and the No. 1 download for 6 weeks.
KONGOS followed the South African release of the album (JUST MUSIC) with a sold-out tour of the country which included headlining spots on several major festivals including the world-famous Oppikoppi Festival and Rocking The Daisies.
In July 2012, they followed the "soft-release" of Lunatic with a North American tour, including showcases in LA, Toronto, NYC (CMJ), and 2 sold out shows at the Crescent Ballroom in Phoenix. They then returned to South Africa in November once more to open for Linkin Park on their stadium tour, playing to more than 100,000 people.