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The Natural History

Brothers Max and Julian Tepper make up the core of this Brooklyn-based trio. (Their drummer recently left the band, and I believe they have since added a new drummer and keyboardist/guitarist) Think of them more as the angrier, louder, more raucous younger brother of Spoon but with elements of the Kinks, Elvis Costello and various denizens of Brit Pop.

Beat Beat Heartbeat and their self-titled debut are filled with explosive, compact rock songs that contain tightly crammed-in hooks and pack a whallop. What surprises me most about The Natural History is the speed at which they seem to run through their songs, as most of them clock in at barely two and a half minutes. Max's voice is reminiscent of a rawer Britt Daniel, throaty and with a suggestive swagger, seductively rock 'n' roll. And the bass and drum lock into a knuckle-tight groove, and the room starts moving and bouncing around. The Natural History struts down the street, and takes in the room with a knowing eye, and then is gone before you know it.

The Natural History - So He'll Say
The Natural History - Run De Run
The Natural History - Beat Beat

The Natural History official site. Buy Beat Beat Heartbeat from Startime International, or Amazon.

Posted by Queen of the Front Row at 03.12.05 at 5:32 PM

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