The standout track on the Henry Clay People's new album "Somewhere on the Golden Coast" declares, "This ain't a scene, it's just a generation caught in between." (The first version of the song, "This Ain't a Scene," was also a highlight of their last album.) And even the press kit for the Glendale-based band's third album openly asserts their lack of affiliation with any of the predominant Los Angeles scenes--or at least those that are recipients of lavish media coverage. They certainly can't be lumped with downtown art-punks, frost-tipped Sunset Strip electro bands, or sotto voce KCRW darlings.
But though their one-sheet might attempt to convince you otherwise, they're very much an L.A. band, one that channels the Budweiser and burgers crowd who still frequent Bob's Big Boy (the one in Burbank remains highly recommended). The sort of band who make music ostensibly more targeted toward El Segundo than Silver Lake. An unpolished and unpretentious rock n' roll that owes as much to Tom Petty & the Heartbreakers as it does to the most frequently cited touchstones: the Replacements and Pavement.