Review: Local Natives
Rob GarrattWhatever you read about Local Natives, the first thing you are told to detect is a strong scent of Fleet Foxes. Sure, they have the same shimmering harmonies, but they inject a healthy slab of rock'n'roll too.Rob Garratt
Norwich Arts Centre
Whatever you read about Local Natives, the first thing you are told to detect is a strong scent of Fleet Foxes.
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Sure, they have the same shimmering harmonies with obvious intervals, but the Natives inject the Foxes' brand of airy, acoustic introspection with a healthy slab of rock n' roll.
It's all electric for starters, two layers of chiming reverb-laden guitars winding round each other, as much gritty psychedelic blues as pastoral picking.
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Fleshed out with a smattering of organ and Bad Seeds-equse funeral march percussion, the sound veers from contemplative country balladry to ballsy, jagged, post-punk freak outs.
Maybe the edge comes from their location - they hail from further south down the American west coast, Los Angeles to the Foxes' Oregon.
The quintet's debut LP only hit the shelves in their homeland a week ago, but Gorilla Manor has been picking up steady sales this side of the Atlantic for nearly four months.
Sunday's Arts Centre gig was a sell out - a room crammed with cheque shirts and rimmed glasses - but between songs you could hear a pin drop and Taylor Rice, the closest the vocal-swapping collective has to a frontman, wryly declared it is the 'politest crowd we've ever had.'
For all the band's catchy yet soulful, complicated but not oblique tunes it is those tender Fox-esque harmonies, though, that stick the Local Natives ahead of the swelling indie/Americana throng; aching, yearning and epic, like four ragged songbirds singing in your ear.