Greta Van Fleet is already something of a phenomenon, particularly for their ability to sound eerily similar to vintage Led Zeppelin. A lot of it comes down to 22-year-old singer Josh Kiszka, whose vocal timbre is purest, uncut Robert Plant circa âCommunication Breakdown," although his vocal rangeâwhich shrieks into the stratosphere, and then keeps going upâmight be even more impressive. His twin brother, Jake Kiszka, admirably replicates Jimmy Pageâs loose-fingered guitar style, and the rhythm section of younger brother/bassist Sam Kiszka and drummer Danny Wagner (both of whom are 19) keep the bottom end up.
The Zeppelin comparisons are unavoidable: âFlower Powerâ includes an organ solo from Sam thatâs the lovechild of âYour Time Is Gonna Comeâ and âThank You,â and their EP also includes a cover of Fairport Convention, one of Zeppelinâs biggest influences (and whose singer Sandy Denny is one of the only guest musicians to ever appear on a Led Zeppelin record). Live, Greta Van Fleet is finding their own voice, and itâs a bit more Michigan meat-and-potatoes rock ânâ rollâthink Flint's Grand Funk Railroadâthan the mystical druid blues of the Zoso gang. Indeed, itâs hard to imagine a teenage Cameron Crowe working up any sort of lather over the Van Fleet boys, although there were plenty of youngtons in the crowd ecstatic with getting their brains ripped apart by the deafening riffs. (There were also a LOT of older rocker types in the crowd, tooâthe type who havenât bought a new record since 1999 that didnât have Jack Whiteâs name on the cover.)
Fortunately, Greta Van Fleet were more than capable of rising to the level of their adulation. The band, as young as they are, already have showmanship in spades, emblemized by their outlandish stage garb. This is a group where not one but TWO members wore gold lame pants, and singer Josh rounded out his ensemble with a tiny gold top and feathers dangling from his ears. Guitarist Jake wore a Hendrix-style military jacket and wandered up to the lip of the stage for the lengthy guitar solos that peppered every song. (And was there a drum solo, you ask? You're damn right there was a drum solo.)
Gretaâs songs are fairly simple, unexceptional thingsâuncomplicated major-chord rock jams that get stretched out in the live setting to seven, eight, ten, or more minutes. This is, I'd say, the young group's weakest quality, in that most of the songwriting, with some exceptions, doesnât stand up to the weight of their overblown delivery. Every lick was protracted for maximum impact, and every ending sounded like a plane crash in slow motion. With only a couple of really solid songs in their repertoire (the new single âWhen the Curtain Fallsâ and set opener âHighway Tuneâ being among those), the band settled into a groove of full-blare chooglinâ, as opposed toâsorry for another Led Zeppelin comparisonâthe Heart of Darkness style journey into the dark half of the tarot deck that youâd find, say, on side two of The Song Remains the Same.
It didnât bother the crowd any. Greta received a rapturous response, and thereâs every indication theyâll keep rising. Their cover of Howlinâ Wolfâs âEvilâ was incontrovertible proof that these guys are capable of excellent, tight rock ânâ roll, even if their artistic mission isnât one of turning over new stones, but of decorating the ones thatâve already been discovered with faux-hippie graffiti. The much poppier Kings of Leon feel like an apt comparison, not least because of GVFâs brotherly element, but also because their level of success seems like where Greta Van Fleet is destined. What theyâll do when they get there remains to be seenâitâll either be âUse Somebodyâ or âKashmir.â Letâs hope for the latter.