Forest Fires
Forest Fire are a folk-rock band with double-F initials whose first
album was, in fact, more highly praised in some quarters at the end of
last year than Fleet Foxes' debut.
Forest Fire can just sound simple and sweet, as on the Dylanesque
campfire singalong I Make Windows. They have been described as a punk
band playing folk songs, and they do indeed have the ramshackle quality
of a lo-fi garage unit thrashing and bashing their way through their
set. But sometimes they sound as ragged and electric, as fast and loose,
as an alt-country quartet, or they can, as on Promise, drone and wail
sax-ily like one of your favourite New York (or proto-punk Detroit)
bands past or present. There are tuneful grooves as well as moody
atmospherics, with electronic textures to supplement the more organic
instrumentation. Throughout, Mark Thresher, the one with the Gatling gun
social skills, splashes his acquired-taste Wayne Coyne/Neil-ish whine
over the songs like so much vinegar. And there is a general air of
beat-poet cool and careless articulacy to the lyrics that heightens the
impression of the band as quintessential SoHo bohos.
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