DIY is in and it doesn’t get much more homemade genius than Young Native. These boys are stupidly talented both live and on the record – as their brand spanking new EP proves. It sees them get more London than Sadiq Khan, filthier than the crazy cat lady from The Simpsons and getting lyrics flowing better than Stephen Hawking’s computer.
It feels more authentic than your everyday ‘I’m well street, yeah’ type of release and anyone who has come this way for a bit of The Bulletproof Bomb before will be digging this more than those twins on Recess. Opening track ‘0161‘is the pick of the bunch with a MASSIVE sound backing up talk of Clapham Common and chicken shops though in truth there’s not a track of here that remotely comes near the term ‘questionable’. The band are able to make some genuinely stunning soundscapes that you wouldn’t usually expect to be paired up with vocals like this, showing off that they’ve got plenty of tricks up their sleeves and are anything but a one trick pony. Some of the guitar sounds are as salacious as can be and throughout the EP the lads have you eating out of the palm of their hands. Not the ones that are being used to play guitars and drums though, obviously. That would be ridiculous.
This is so excellently rough and ready that you might as well pack up your suitcase, turn up at their flat and offer to do the cleaning in return for getting to spend all your free time watching them play these absolute belters. It may not be a glamorous life but there ain’t too many better.
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