By Erik Stefan,
In the premiere underground club on the East Side of Atlanta, I flashed to a tropically-fused environ that I imagine would be somewhere along the coast of Spain. The red lights behind her head only further enhance this transformation. If it weren’t for the allergies that only ATL can provide, I’d have been looking for a cup of Sangria.
My discovery of Adron has been a long-time coming. We have mutual friends. We’ve played with the same bands. But, somehow, our paths have failed to cross. I remember at one point trying to check out her music on some social media sparkplug, but the track wouldn’t play. I jumped ahead. Yet again, I went one way, she went another.
So, in this heralded hall, I finally found a sound that may change the game. The songs build from what may be Atlanta’s best rhythm section (which is shared by fellow psychedelic explorers, the Selmanaires who shared the stage later that evening). Adron’s guitarist tip-taps his guitar in the most non-Van Halen method. It’s fascinating to watch, and you find yourself engrossed in his technicality. There were scattered claps following his solos that are usually reserved for smoky Montreal jazz clubs. Adron’s silky voice lilts around the arrangements with a clean airiness that couldn’t possibly be breathing the same smog as the rest of us.
If I held the keys to pop-culture, I’d unlock the door for Adron. Her songs may not be brimming with pop-sensibility, but they’re damn cleverly constructed and the musicianship is flawless. If I were you (or myself several weeks or months ago), I would check her out sooner rather than later…like this Saturday night (July 17th, $8) at the Star Bar, again with the Selmanaires.
