Wreckless Strangers is a collective of friends and musicians carrying the torch for San Francisco’s grand rock ‘n’ roll tradition. Their unique blend of “Ameri-Cali Soul” melds the contemporary blues stylings of Bonnie Raitt and Boz Scaggs; the songwriting sensibilities of Sons of Champlin and Fleetwood Mac; the swashbuckling Americana of the Lost Planet Airmen and Peter Rowan; and the funk of Sly Stone and Tower of Power with a dash of Grateful Dead and Jefferson Airplane for flavor and unpredictability. With soaring vocal harmonies and burning instrumental improvisation framed in concise and poignant original songwriting, Wreckless Strangers seek to honor and carry forth the brand of free- spirited musical fun and adventure that defines the Bay Area.
The band features Amber Morris on lead vocals; David Noble on lead guitar, lead vocals; Joshua Zucker on bass, vocals; Mick Hellman on drums, vocals; Rob Anderson on guitar, vocals; and Fletcher Nielsen on keys. Their new EP, *Dirty Souls*, is their third project with 4x GRAMMY award-winning engineer/producer Dave Way.
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Born of the Bay Area’s rich musical lineage, Beso Negro unites multigenerational ties to local music with a fearless fusion of Gypsy jazz, rock, country, and more. Each member brings distinct influences that intertwine into a sound both timeless and electrifying — where the mystery of gypsy swing meets the pulse of modern rock ’n’ roll.
Their high-voltage performances have lit up stages from Outside Lands and SXSW to Slim’s SF and The Great American Music Hall. With bilingual flair, virtuosic musicianship, and irresistibly danceable rhythms, Beso creates a spellbinding tapestry that honors tradition while blazing new musical trails.
“Our music lives where old-world romance meets modern fire. We grew up in the Bay Area’s diverse scene, each of us bringing our own influences — Gypsy jazz, rock, country, Americana — and fusing them into something alive, raw, and danceable. We want people to feel it in their bones — that pulse that reminds you you’re still breathing.”
“If they don’t make you dance, check your heartbeat.” — SF Chronicle
