Brandon Davis Born in Houston, 1973, in the long flat heat where oil and asphalt
shimmer, Brandon Davis grew up inside the racket. Guitar in his hands before the rest of
the world made sense, he learned to turn feedback into a prayer, distortion into stories.
The Houston underground of the ’80s and ’90s was a dirty church, and Davis was there
at the altar, hammering out noise and revelation in equal measure.
He came of age with Indian Jewelry, a psych-noise congregation that shook walls and
bent minds, before carving his own crooked paths through The Electric Set and Terrible
Eagle — bands that burned bright and fast, built on riffs sharp enough to draw blood.
When he wasn’t leading, he was ghosting through other outfits as a hired gun, leaving
his guitar’s fingerprints all over psychedelic and indie circuits.
Since his years in Copenhagen, Davis has carried another vision: Actual Figures, the
electro-rock-psych duo with his wife, MMA — a project that twists outlaw balladry through
wires and machines, like desert ghosts riding into neon.
The man has lived like a traveler in sound: Chicago, New York, Copenhagen — each city
another stage, another collision, another chance to scrape something human out of
strings and amplifiers. Now in Berlin, Davis has summoned The Real Cool Time, a
many-headed beast of music, video, and cartoon — an orchestra that is never the same
twice, but always carries the same pulse that has followed him since Houston.
