I chose to leave the camera home last night to avoid any issues with security at Stubb's and other venues sticklers about silly photog credentials.   However, I did see Local Natives again last night and realized they deserve an in depth post rather than a blurb:

At Emo's, Local Natives delivered again with in your face vocal harmonies that filled the entire venue.  Though that is the most obvious skill that sets the band apart, without  the steady intense rhythm section, the vocal would have nothing to stand on.

Their rolling heavy percussion, from both the drummer and auxiliary tom pounded by every band member, made the floor vibrate and send the sound waves up through my spine. It provided a much needed massage after long day downtown. The bassist also held a strong bridge connecting the melody to the beat as his fingers rolled graciously over his neck to create a low end that surrounded all other elements of the songs.

Their set reached all of my senses: the pulse of the drums through my feet. the smell of the cigarettes wafting through the dive bar.  the taste of beer showering down as it spilled during the crowd's applause.  the sight of their ragged passionate appearance as their faces contorted while they wailed. And the sound! The dynamics of this band range from sweet lullabies to passionate cries outward as they pull back away from the mic then practically swallow it to create a sonic space entirely unique to Local Natives.