9 p.m., Sticky Fingerz. $10 adv., $12 d.o.s.

Airy vocals with infallible harmonies, California guitar, drums that
sound like a pick-up basketball game one second and a Krautrock take on
New Orleans second line the next: It’s Animal Collective without the
pretension. Or maybe Grizzly Bear with grass stains. Or Vampire
Weekend’s cousins that passed up Columbia University for state school.
Comparisons aside, Local Natives walk tightwires between the imposing
structures of their buzz band cohorts. Preppy Afro-poppers with a
penchant for CSN&Y melodies, these guys simultaneously sound like
everyone out there and no one else around. While their new-Americana
sound has garnered buckets of comparisons to Fleet Foxes, the attitude
is completely different; Local Natives celebrate their youthfulness and
vitality and sound completely content to live in the 21st century while
the Foxes stab at wisdom and legitimacy and end up sounding like a
lonely mob of anthropomorphic butter churns. Having released only one
album — which was promptly devoured and loved by most hungry, expectant
music lovers — they’re undeniably new jacks, albeit hugely promising
ones. Brooklyn’s Suckers open.