A fuzzy bass, popping synthesizer, echoey discoed-out guitar, high-pitched falsetto "oh yeas" and clichéd and belabored talk of the ups and downs of love. Listening to the Friendly Fires is sort of like watching a John Hughes film (Sixteen Candles, Some Kind of Wonderful): light, bouncy, admittedly embarrassing, and entirely enjoyable.
The band, from St Albans, Hertfordshire in England, is currently on tour with the Soft Pack and White Lies. They play the Black Cat tomorrow night.
Take a taste:
Friendly Fires - Skeleton Boy
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