Hopelessly Midwestern, Louisville never accepted east or west coast definitions of post-anything, and Frontier(s) is no different.
A crippling economic recession, an endless war, a new president, and the mess has only begun. The edges of everyone’s lives are much sharper than they used to be. The world is a guarded place. It’s only fitting that a band like Frontier(s) exist at such a critical juncture. Though the outfit is new, the members aren’t. As the front man for Elliott, the band in which he spent most of his adult life, Chris Higdon’s voice was and remains the magnetic prototype whose variations crop up in emo groups gracing the pages of Alternative Press.