with Wet Leather

Songbyrd Presents
Upstairs, All Ages

DOORS: 8:30 PM // SHOW: 9:00 PM

Free ($10 Suggested Donation)

Songbyrd Vinyl Lounge 

Monday October 28, 2019


Caravela is Frank and Stephen Graniero, a band of brothers from the state of New York. Their latest record “Ski” sits spirited and fervent, entirely itself.

“We’ve always intended to make music that was transportive and transparent. ‘Ski’ is a sound, a sense of movement, and a place to us."

The instrumentation drives speedily forward while remaining palpable, the goal being to capture some of the bands live energy in moments. The genre bends but remains in the realm of hard hitting drums, loud guitars, and impassioned vocals. The songs move through themes of connection, longing, and choice — faced with the whirlwind.

Their fiery live performance brought them to corners across America and Europe, touring with the likes of Prawn, Field Mouse, and Moving Mountains. The band resides these days in Ridgewood, Queens, creating music, always pointed towards the unattainable.

If you peruse the google image results for Wet Leather, you’ll scroll through a fair amount of risqué material, both sordid and titillating, before you arrive at a photo of the four fresh-faced young men of the band in question. Googling Wet Leather reveals a few things—the band’s un-manicured internet presence, their earnestness, and the jarring dissonance between their image and their outsized band name. Over the course of their young career Wet Leather has welcomed that dissonance, singing songs about anxiety and insecurity with the swagger of their 80s idols. Their ambiguous relationship with their obvious influences— Talking Heads, Prince, Tears For Fears —has proven beguiling for fans, perhaps because Wet Leather refuses to wink at their audience while delivering a huge, heartfelt, hook.The songs on their new EP, Present Lives, are populated with young people who feel like impostors in their own lives. Some play out like tense conversations between two people in a relationship. Musically, the band plays against that tension without resolving it by contrasting their anxious, unsettled lyrics with musically satisfying hooks, compelling the audience to sing a long with some pretty ambivalent sentiments.Wet Leather are stuck between stations. The odd-band out and the perpetual underdog, they’ve stuck around the New York scene long enough to see their favorite venues shuttered, to watch great bands form and break up. But these were spaces where they managed to feel at home and never managed to blend in with the scenery, and they never made the scene with those bands either. Maybe this is because Wet Leather writes unapologetically huge pop hooks, catchy enough to ensure that they’d always sit uneasily alongside their indie-rock peers. Too square for the rock bands, too sad for the club kids, too scruffy for the pop scene. Like Big Star, their power-pop heroes before them, Wet Leather almost seems doomed to slip through the cracks, but maybe not quite...