In a spacious downtown studio filled with antique rugs, ’60s furniture and a plethora of musical instruments, the seven members of Black Camaro lounge around, with visions of their fourth album, Black Camaricans, dancing in their heads. The album is a dream that’s been a long time coming for the self-described futuristic-prehistoric-cocaine-blues band.
“Every summer we say we are going to release it, but then we wait and another summer passes,” says vocalist Tom Miller, who plays guitar and keys and is one of two original members. “We are hoping that at the end of this July it will finally be released.” This hesitancy has lasted three summers. And it seems out of place for a band that, in its first eight years, self-produced three albums, two EPs, staged a live variety show and even wrote and produced their own film, Miniature Panthers.
So what has stalled their highly creative motor?
“We’re not trying to outdo ourselves or anything,” says guitarist/vocalist Brian Garth, an original member. “We just didn’t really like the stuff we started out with. Now we’re using a lot of that ugly stuff and incorporating it into the newer music and it’s working.”
Part of the problem may have been high turnover. During those three summers, Black Camaro shuffled through band mates. But with a now-stable roster, they are making progress. The have seven songs completed, ones they’ve performed at the Bunkhouse, Beauty Bar and during their June residency at the Griffin every Wednesday.
“It’s kind of refreshing and relieving at the same time,” Garth says, “just to know people are still big fans.”
Their fan base, which extends all the way to Portland, Ore., is helping give them the push they need to finish. “After the string of shows, we’re recording every single day as a band, which is rare for us,” Garth says.
Their six remaining songs are in various states of completion. Some lack a vocal take or a guitar riff or some desired perfection. But judging from their previous efforts—their music is both bright and edgy, a ’60s psychedelic trip cut with a little folk and rawness that leaves the ear wanting more—Black Camaricans will be worth the wait.