top of page
38485814_2257409634299483_1985129026603188224_n (1).jpg



Tiras BR.jpg


Singer/songwriter Tiras Buck is punching you square in the quivering jib with his immediately accessible, pseudo-progressive, emotionally emphatic, modern-yet-surprisingly-under-compressed Art Rock that borrows, quite obviously, from the symphonic depths trolled, drawn and bottled in the golden age of musical excess, the 1970s -- but without all the excess!


Oh, and it's important to note that each song is kind of...potentially...a little bit like....a harmony-laden, melodic psychological breakdown. The performances ask a lot of Tiras so he, in turn, gives a lot. As in...sacrifices a lot. Things like sanity and sleep for example.


Moving right along....

With the instrumental assistance of boundary-pushing Art Rock luminary Brett Kull (guitars/bass/recording/production/thinly veiled nihilism) -- a highly regarded member of the legendary ensemble Echolyn -- Tiras Buck attempts to reject the transitory, focus the pain, and ride the crest of swelling stagnation until it ejects less combative, sticky dream-stuff through the pores of....well, whatever speakers you happen to have available to you. Oh, and his stuff tends to rocks the heck out so make sure the aforementioned speakers are fastened securely by at least 15-75 pieces of duct tape. Actually, to be safe...I'd go with 80.

Proudly accepting comparisons to Yes, Sting, Rush, Radiohead and U2, we find Tiras Buck swiveling in the beginnings of his very own second half, struggling to excise the few remaining, yet aggressively tenacious moorings coursing with enough youthful disdain to potentially unmake his dream. Want to know what the struggle sounds like? Want to know what that sounds like in 3/4 (because 95% of his songs just happen to be in 3/4)? Yes? Good, because there's an album out there positively brimming with it.

38485814_2257409634299483_1985129026603188224_n (1).jpg
tiras-noanswers (2).jpg




Listen Now


Listen Now


No, not the short list, the hit list, or the sh*t list -- the email list! 

Yes, this is your chance to keep abreast of  Tiras' forthcoming musical exploits and his latest nonsensical (but emotionally crippling) neuroses. Go ahead -- Tiras could really use another shoulder to cry on.

Thanks for signing up!

bottom of page