Real music has been hiding…

Since 2008, the Bay Area’s own Bigelow’s Treehouse has been setting the tension of the modern world to a bopping beat.

Armed with a cocktail of guilt, delusion, and fizzy water, they shuffle their way through nervous funk…

…eighties-tinged alt Brit rock…

and cinematic Real Book surf dub jazz trip hop.

Bigelow’s Treehouse has been redefining dad rock for a generation of slackers who still look to bands for answers to questions that nobody asked.

Dammit, Jim, you’re gonna get answers.

We’ll be in the lab, sipping our bubbles.

Bigelow’s Treehouse costs less than Dogecoin and offers pretense at a level beyond your average bowl of quinoa.

We’ve been in your back yard all along, watching you Clorox the tub.