Crocodiles‘ Brandon Welchez and Charles Rowell have had a nearly 30 year history together: After initially become acquainted at a local Anti-Racist Action meeting, Welchez and Rowell found their respective teenage bands booked on the same bill at a punk gig hosted by a local Mexican restaurant in their native San Diego.
As their mutual friend Russell Cash put it in a previous band bio, a young Welchez watched in awe as a teenage Rowell clambered up a confused family’s table and proceeded to bash the living hell out of his cheap guitar. When his set was through, Charlie melted into he crowd and found himself awestruck as the young Welchez took the stage and proceeded to shriek, croon, howl and spit his way through his own band’s allotted 20 minutes.
When the show ended, the pair found each other, expressed their mutual admiration, and over a shared Coke agreed to dissolve their respective bands and work together.
After a few false starts, the duo found their footing professionally with noise punk outfit The Plot To Blow Up The Eiffel Tower. They spent five years crisscrossing the country, playing every dump that would let them play, while building a cult following. They met and inspired other like-minded freaks — and occasionally, they’d get beaten up by feral rednecks. Eventually the band imploded in a crowd of poverty, frustration and addiction. But Welchez and Rowell kept their partnership going.
After several years experimenting with their songwriting and sound, and trying out various lineups and different names, they decided to kick out the half-assed, half-committed losers and jokers they ere working with at the time and replaced them with a beat-up, old drum machine. They then set out to work on the batch of songs that would become Crocodiles debut, 2009’s Summer of Hate.
18 years later, Welchez and Rowell have proven to be restlessly creative and endlessly shape-shifting bouncing between garage rock, psych punk, noise pop, art gaze and more. They’re relocated multiple times with stints residing in San Diego, New York, Paris, Mexico City, London, and Los Angeles. But a few a couple of things have remained: They’ve continued to tour incessantly, bringing their unique brand of rock to fans in almost every corner of the globe. And they’ve never wavered on their teenaged mission to help achieve other escape a life of drudgery, boredom and expectation through music, art, friendship, and of course, adventure.
The duo’s forthcoming album ninth album, Greetings From Hell is slated for an April 24, 2026 release through Indianapolis and L.A.-based Invisible Hits. The album’s latest single, album opening track, the swaggering and noisy “Time Is Wasting Me” is pure, classic Crocodiles — forceful, crunchy riffs, the duo’s unerring knack for catchy, earworm-y hooks and choruses, thunderous drumming paired with Welchez’s punchy sneer. It’s a song meant to be played at ear drum shatteringly loud levels.
Directed by Sam Macon and edited by Eric Arsnow, the accompanying video is a deft mix of live concert photography, collage and animation that captures the swaggering and frenetic pulse at the core of the song.
The duo will be embarking on a short run of tour dates to support the new effort. Hopefully, they’ll be more dates soon. Perhaps an NYC date?