The mass of sound vocals was a reviving amazement as “Battered Wood” dropped at this fine scene. The under-appreciated skill of sponsorship vocals rediscovered; just believable and hair-raisingly more intense than what has been broadcasted as of late.
With an immaculate ear for song and an energetic dynamic quality the Fleet Foxes shipped the crowd back to San Francisco of the last part of the 60s and the guiltless positive thinking of the mid year of affection. Could this be a re creation of a kind of society music made exemplary by any semblance of Crosby, Stills and Nash or Simon and Garfunkel?
This was music for music, singing for singing. Ornate pop as lead entertainer Robin Pecknold pens it. Something excellent rising above a portion of the directs of popular music symbolism or mass allure. With the resonating tune lines of “Your Protector,” and the eminently straightforward standard that is “White Winter Hymnal” who could neglect to be captivated by the force of the gatherings strong theme esque harmonies conceived out of perpetual rehearsing in the Pecknold family cellar.
The delicate reverb suggestive of The Mamas and The Papas inhales a glow to the collection. The tight closeness of the music joined with the Pecknold’s especially great independent exhibitions of “Oliver James” and “Tiger Mountain Peasant Song.” The melody composing make at it’s best during “Blue Ridge Mountain” while the group satisfying, irresistible serenade of “villas mykonos” covered of a fine evening of music.
As inspiring a show as I have found in quite a while. Their persona is cool, the genuine article and wise. The melody composing and verses will just improve as Pecknold develops in this, my band of 2009.
