Gooch Palms are all about dichotomy. Two homes: Necastle, Australia and Los Angeles. The band is made up of one man, Leroy, and one woman, Kat. Punk and pop dominate their sound. Their latest album, Introverted Extroverts, is an oxymoronic duality of sorts.
But anyone who’s even glimpsed Gooch Palms knows they’re too multifaceted to simply be divided in halves. The band is kooky. Leroy wears a lot of midriff shirts, dons a sharp mullet, and often plays completely nude. Kat has bright hair, dresses in clashing prints, thrashes on stage. Their promo photos are silly, fun. Their videos are slapstick. Introverted Extroverts exudes this colorful energy—the burlesque, the charming and captivating Devo-esque bizarre qualities. Gooch Palms sparkle and entertain—they are that shiny distraction. Make no mistake, though, they are no superficial gimmick.… Continue reading