"bugger me this is freakish - reverb soaked psyched out strut grooved shoe gazed blues trippiness a go go - quite frankly pisses cool and comes kissed with the kind of fuzz flecked psychotropic swagger that only disciples of the dark arts of the gun club and lords of the new church could muster not to say shimmering in the shadow playing psychosis of Mr Airplane Man and reared on the primitive rumble of Link Wray (especially the wasted and fried shadow traced shimmer toned shakedown of 'this possessed') and no doubt subscribers to the 90's back catalogue of the likes of estrus and sympathy."

-Losingtoday.com

You may have recently seen Infantree open for Neil Young and Crazy Horse at The Hollywood Bowl in October or seen them perform live on Conan this past June. We are really excited to welcome them to El Cid.

You won't get any puffed out chests from the members of Infantree. They have kept their band uniquely frontless, like some sort quasi-communist-prankster collective. By eschewing ego, the four friends who make up Infantree have learned to work as an ever-evolving creative unit - thereby elevating their sound. Infantree is a young band whose very nature is elusive and enigmatic.

The music is equally hard to pin down – ragged rock guitar and electric rocking chair drum beats are balanced against traditional banjo melodies. Some compositions, like the instantly hummable "Speak Up", bounce joyfully around your brain, while darker songs like "Hypo" and "Slaughter House" dip into unsettling territory.

Whatever form of blood-brother voodoo they've tapped into, the bond has allowed Infantree to exchange influential music for the listener to enjoy. Their music gives a voyeuristic glimpse into the world of four friends whose creativity is obviously rooted in their shared musical trust. The music swoons and squawks, drags and thumps, and most importantly, helps you dream of something brand new.