Usually, a Flophouse Session takes weeks or months of constant twiddling, tweaking, etc., just to make up for all the mistakes I made when we recorded it. Every once in a while, we get a band that’s just so crazy good (and good for the room) that it all comes together in a few passes, and I feel like Phil Spector (you know, pre-gun toting, afro wig-wearing). Local Natives are just that kinda band.
Hailing from the greater LA area, they brought along some of the finest three part harmonies and catchy melodies we’ve ever heard. I highly suggest you crank this one as loud as you can. Singing along is optional, but nearly involuntary. We can’t wait until they come back to Boston.
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- World News
- Who Knows, Who Cares?
- Warning Sign (by The Talking Heads)
- Camera Talk