Fleet Foxes are a band who can make you completely reimagine your own upbringing
in the space of a two hour set. Did I spend my youth working farms in
America’s dust bowl region, rocking hay-chafed aching muscles to sleep
to the sounds of Woodie Guthrie? Neither did they! But through
their rustic timbre, allegorical lyrics and pure, dynamic musicianship,
Fleet Foxes would have you believe it.
Front man Robin Pecknold’s has a voice that opens and folds
like a dusty once-loved anthology, there’s so much history in his tone:
listening, I was like a child lost in wonderment in an Autumn-leafed orchid somewhere… Had it not been for the witty banter the band tossed around between each track to bring us all back to earth aka. The Sydney Concert Hall. Namely from drummer/percussionist Joshua Tillman:
who often carried the beat in a beautifully loose-limbed style like a
weeping willow draped across the kit, often wielding a maraca or
tambourine in place of one stick. He appeared for the encore wearing a
backpack in an attempt to partake in an “Australian fad” of gym-gear
wearing nerds. Who knew we were so cool?
Another thing about quality folk bands like Fleet Foxes is that there always seems to be one unassuming (usually long bearded) member, in this case Morgan Henderson, who seems to change instruments every song; or key change even! He went from dappling the folk flute like morning light over the edges of “Lorelai” to scratching a sax into the third movement of “The Shrine / An Argument”: one of the most expansive and alluring songs; you need to pack a swag just to listen to it. (Do so and watch the video here.)
And it’s not a journey anyone wanted to end… fortunately the three encore tracks “Sun it Rises” (Fleet Foxes, 2008), followed by a relatively new painfully beautiful acoustic Robin sang solo, “I Let You” (MUST SEE below) before rounding up the cattle for a standing ovation to "Helplessness Blues".
At which point I leant over to my friend and said “Let’s crawl into the awe-inspiring musical bearded heads and live forever."
If you're not moved by this you must be dead inside...
Showing posts with label folk. Show all posts
Showing posts with label folk. Show all posts
Jan 4, 2012
Oct 29, 2011
Warm yourself in Real Estate’s Days
Snuffed out camp fires, dregs of sunsets in the rear-view and
other water damaged memories of summer love that fritted away as the
leaves began to turn is what comes to mind listening to the latest offering
from New Jersey indie folk-pop four piece Real Estate.
Their second album Days
(Domino) may sound like an album you’ve heard before (The Shins Oh, Inverted World or The Thrills, So Much for the City),
but it’s hard to decipher whether it’s the actual music or because the songs’
rounded mellow tones and jangly folk guitar riffs suck you back to a place in
the back of your mind you haven’t dusted off for some time. There’s undeniable
warmth in Real Estate’s melodies, entrancingly tainted with disconnection and
loss. It’s really beautiful stuff.
Definitely take a road trip into tracks like ‘Green Aisles’ and
‘Out of Tune’, but I recommend muddying up the tarmac and getting lost in the
whole album. You'll forget where you’re headed… and you won’t even care…
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