Yes, we’ve fawned over Fleet Foxes previously, but for good reason. They’re worth it — both live and on tape. Yeah, their name has been on everyone’s lips the past month, bur do yourself a solid and resist the knee-jerk reaction to blow them off as a hype band. Based in Seattle, the group (literally) just played their first out-of-state date last month during Noise Pop, in San Francisco, and it’s safe to say they floored the room (we were there). In hindsight the buzz from the audience that night was indicative of what would follow two weeks later, in Austin, during SXSW.
Although the easy comparisons to My Morning Jacket and Band of Horses may be inescapable (and rightfully so), Fleet Foxes most definitely have their own thing going on – one that flourishes both in a live setting, and on their recent studio EP, Sun Giant. Flush with reverb soaked 3 part harmonies, vocalist Robin Pecknold’s aching vocals and the summoned atmosphere of David Crosby’s 1971 masterwork, If I Could Only Remember My Name, Sun Giant, at times, feels as if it were conjured from another era entirely. Fortunately for us, it is very much in the here and now.
Previously: Noise Pop ‘08 :: Fleet Foxes (Bottom of The Hill)