The Parrots – Weed For The Parrots // Album Review

parrots_cover2_copy_optLuv Luv Luv Records – June 22nd

There are a fair few parallels between The Parrots and their namesake feathered friends. From Diego García’s wonderfully peculiar vocals, at times comparable to the tropical birds’ squawk, to their penchant for semi-mimicking other artists with charmingly entertaining results, the Madrid garage-punk trio really do justify their chosen name.

García’s rock ‘n’ roll bird call comes to the fore on ‘All My Loving’, a cover of the 2009 number by gospel-rooted garage rock supergroup The Almighty Defenders, recently released as one half of The Parrots’ split single with Madrid leading lights, and friends, Hinds. The boys don’t meddle with its lo-fi framework one bit, but they do kick it up an extra gear and add their own raucous touch, transforming it into a certified riot. It’s on the recently shared ‘I’m Not Alone’, however, that The Parrots’ quirky frontman well and truly puts his stamp on this record. Thickly accented, and exaggerated to just the right extent without becoming grating, his utterly unique tones make this superbly scrappy summer evening jaunt.

For amusing mimicry, though, check ‘White Fang’. If you’ve ever wondered what The Troggs’ 1966 rendition of ‘Wild Thing’ would sound like after being filtered through the Spanish capital’s garage scene, you’ll now be able to satisfy your curiosity. García assumes the role of the late Reg Presley as he belts out “WHITE FANG!” at the start of each chorus. Needless to say, the rest of the band play their all-important respective parts too, replicating the swagger-heavy groove of the all-time classic on this rambunctious romp.

The Parrots don’t do polished or sleek, and this approach is perhaps best exhibited on ‘To The People Who Showed Me Love While I Was Here’. It just sounds drunk, with its slurred lyrics and slow, lumbering rhythm. If The Parrots are drunk on anything, though, it’s rock ‘n’ roll – of the sun-drenched Mediterranean variety to which we’re gladly becoming ever more accustomed. Their peers may have brought the sunny, lo-fi pop songs, but The Parrots are blessing our ears with the kind of endearing grit and edginess that will bring this burgeoning Madrid scene to a wider audience still.

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