They weren’t able to make it to SoCal for Coachella, but it took a volcano to foil their plans.
Rendering up a chiming, lo-fi sound with a driving rhythm section, they make spare use of Mogwaiian soundscaping & noodling to contrast with their wailing Kermitty vibrato, irresistibly danceable tambourines and snares and…is that a flute? It’s a distinctly Northern-British-Isles sound (they remind me of new Biffy Clyro or Idlewild, with some of the more orchestral tendencies of The National).
Though the past year has seen Frightened Rabbit finally step into public view, with more extensive touring and three full-length albums now publicly available, the past few years have largely been about the band quietly, committedly honing their sound, and cultivating their art. Now a five-piece comprising Scott, Billy, Andy, Gordon and Grant, the origins of the band are rooted in 2003, when Scott began playing solo shows under the name Frightened Rabbit.
Wanna go? Tell me your favorite rabbit or bunny. Bugs? Pat? Roger? Hazel? That little schmuck Peter? We’ll pick a couple lucky winners to go.
Info for this show, Sunday at the Henry Fonda, is here.