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Sprocket / Press

“Last month, the group dropped their debut album entitled Tropical Bushwick, sourcing material culled from marathon practice sessions and relentless songwriting for a collection of tunes that bodes well for the group’s future. The album opens with “Cube,” a rollicking instrumental excursion that kicks off with a roiling piano-laden call to action before veering towards shimmering distortion, and winding back at the resplendence of the intro replete with wistful lead guitar and progression reminiscent of both Rift-era Phish and Anchor Drops-era Umphrey’s, a triumphant opening to a tortuous musical journey.”

“It feels like a rare feat these days that a jamband turns up on our new music radar, but it’s always exciting when one does. Sprocket is a New York City-based jamband just ascending out of their Arlene’s Grocery era with a lineup comprised of crack shots on guitar, bass, keys and drums. The band does what few jambands in recent years have been able to do successfully, which is to seamlessly weave in between a lot of different styles. Most jambands these days do one thing well - typically playing funk or live electronica - but Sprocket does many. The band clearly has Phish roots and it’s evident in that their music includes funky grooves, anthemic major key hang gliders, non-boring progressive acrobatics, memorable lead melodies and thoughtful / quirky covers.”

“New York City residents might know Sprocket for their ongoing weekend residency at the Bitter End, which we assume has the venue seriously questioning their tables and chairs policy as hardly anyone could possibly sit down during one of the jams that have been emerging from the famed stage in front of the bricks. Fans of Phish and traditional guitar/bass/keys/drums jam band lineups should consider giving Sprocket a serious listen.”

“Rootsy improvisational acts and song-stretching livetronica groups crowd marquees these days, leaving a bewildered chunk of the jam band fan base out in the cold. Sure, a raucous mandolin solo gets the blood flowing every now and then. Sure, the infinite melding of computers, synthesizers and traditional instruments sounds lovely. But what of rock? Where are disciples of that old time religion supposed to go when Appalachian hullaballoo grows tiresome, when prolonged beats test the last frayed nerve? One could settle for prog or funk-based chimeras, ignoring the true sanctuary beckoning in the form of Sprocket, the up-and-coming answer to many a desperate prayer.”

“Sprocket. New York City — once a hotbed of jam culture — has seemingly moved on from incubating jambands of note. Enter Sprocket.”

“The band, best known for their face-melting guitars and quirky song-writing, impressed many out-of-towners at the gig. Patrons I spoke with came from Atlanta, Denver and, presumably, everywhere in between.”

“I had no idea what to expect when I first saw Sprocket. They blew my mind, the improvisation melted my face into a pile of goo on the floor. I try to catch them every time they play in NYC.”

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