“We’d like to be described as the first band to bridge the gap between Captain Beefheart and The Human League,” said Translations frontman Andrew Fox, as we settled into a coffee shop on the Lower East Side. “Really,” he continued, “we just want to be as rad as what we’re listening to.”
Being as rad as what you’re listening to is a tall order, especially when Suicide, The Velvet Underground, Boss Hog, Dion, and Crystal Stilts dominate your turntable, but Translations somehow manage to pull it off. They’re at once a throwback to New York’s heyday of gritty blues rock and proto-punk, and a much needed push forward into a new era of integration between Manhattan’s rich history of experimental pop music and Brooklyn’s burgeoning indie scene.