David Bronson‘s Story (self-released) is an album for those who love their pop and rock done in a passionate way that sounds like it come from the heart, and not something orchestrated by a marketing room. Upon hearing Bronson’s voice, I immediately thought of Neil Finn of Split Enz/Crowded House fame, but “Times” also has a bit of that David Bowie swagger, where the attitude heard in the voice is a mixture of arrogance, confidence, fear, and hesitancy that can only be evened out by songs that are well-written, thus defining the Story in the album title. These are very much songs with stories, songs written with things in mind, meant to be shared and passed along to those willing to listen. What I like about Bronson’s work is that within his lyric writing style is a push to widen the spectrum of the music itself. It definitely takes back to the 60’s and 70’s when one would want to add power pop elements into progressive rock structures (and vice versa), but what I also hear is an emphasis on the sometimes-forgotten bridge, as if he’s saying “my story isn’t done, I want to add some sidebars, and these sidebars have something to say too.” In some reviews I’ll make reference to the Russian matryoshka doll, where opening one will lead to another, which will lead to another, which will lead to another. You want to enjoy them for what it is, as is, but then these songs reveal more within and you love it because there are surprises within. With repeat listens, you realize how complex these songs may have been at first, but you like them as is, due to its complexities. This is pop genius, abrasive when it wants to be, passionate throughout. Imagine Jim Messina (Buffalo Springfield, Poco, Loggins & Messina) in an indie pop/rock setting. This is Bronson. Matthew Sweet would be someone who would dry hump his speakers or headphones while listening to this, it’s that good.