Like all good suburban mall rats, Friendly Fires began life as a big-trousered and endearingly inept hardcore/metal band, trying to ape then heroes Gorilla Biscuits and Nitro, packing out youth clubs with fellow teens at gigs remembered, if at all, for the low level chaos that ensued - airborne crash cymbals hospitalising bass players, guitar amps robbed at knife point between songs, the usual.
Having decamped to various godforsaken corners of the UK in 2002 to study basket weaving for a few years, the foursome eventually returned to hometown St Albans in 2005, and began work on new material under the name Friendly Fires. With their personal musical peccadilloes now ranging from soul and r'n'b to techno, the weirder byways of post-rock and beyond, the end result of this pick'n'mix fiesta soon emerged as lean, cosmic, funky art pop of all shapes and sizes.
In the three months since the first ep saw light of day, they've recorded an XFM session for Jon Kennedy and a Radio 1 XMAS special three tracker for Rob Da Bank, played explosive gigs the length and breadth of East London, as well as the Insomniacs ball and supports slots with the Sunshine Underground, and persuaded the NME to recently name them amongst the 'top three indie bands in the UK'; whilst anyone who's heard the slow burning disco-ism of forthcoming single Skeleton Boy might question the 'indie' bit, we ain't gonna argue with the rest.