The Pocket Rockets are a peculiar band. Not like everyone else, but at the same time lending their hand out to everyone. Their practical blend of new-wave, post-punk and indie rock come across as melodic and emotional. When you’re having your first taste, you’re hooked by each beat and as the uncanny sound-scape draws you in. It’s gritty and unbelieving, but still manages to transgress beyond those borders. As far as you go into it yourself, you’ll find a companion with their music as their guide you through it. There’s also somewhat of a 90’s vibe that lines itself up against the wall and watches you as you proceed through. Every song adds up in its own regard, lending some from our indie pop superheroes The Radio Dept., without them knowing it. I would say that they’re like the stepbrother of that band, retaking Americana each step of the way, but influencing you to take that trip with them. It’s also the perfect music to listen to if you’ve been having a hard time, because they’re understanding to the core. Music for lively people with lifelessness, a hint of hopefulness – in an (un)living world. The Pocket Rockets are Ralph Blanco, Lyndon Millon and Chris Magallon.
