What happens when a naïve singer from California is promised a job working for his idol—the indie filmmaker Hal Hartley—three thousand miles away from home, in the great city of New York? What happens after he packs his bags, dumps his girlfriend, and crosses the nation only to be informed that an NYU intern has filled his job? He forms a band, dammit—one that combines the memories of California sunshine with the grit of his new found home, and starts creating rousing pop anthems that have been flooring audiences since their first show.
Named after the Chrysler Building’s abandoned speakeasy, The Cloud Room is a Brooklyn-based quartet that forges the wistful, Kinks-esque pop of the 60s with the second coming of New York rock into hooks the most Ritalin-crazed fan of Justin Timberlake and New Order could sing in the shower. The Cloud Room thrive on their unique way of blurring the lines between today and yesterday. According to J, "People always groan about how good rock used to be. To hell with that, there's still great songs out there waiting to be found."
For their self-titled debut album, The Cloud Room worked with renowned indie producer Chris Zane (Calla, Inouk, Human Television, Les Savy Fav), who brings J’s voice—sort of like Peter Murphy trying to sing like Bowie—to the forefront of the stark groove of drummer Jason Pharr and bassist Jon Petrow. Add Ben Nugent’s keyboards and you have a sound that “feels like an old friend, yet… introduces itself like a stranger" (Skyscraper Magazine).
The Cloud Room will go toe-to-toe with your record collection, toe-to-toe with your hips, and toe-to-toe with your heart. Step inside and see what all the fuss is about.
