Irridescent. Layers of transcendant musical love, steeped in espresso. Imported from Seattle, may I present the Fleet Foxes.
White Winter hymnal
On the last track I bring to your ears, the haze of studio produced affects drops away sufficiently that we may appreciate solid, picturesque vocal and instrumental work. Plus, “Oliver James” is a boss name:
We think of the Fleet Foxes as half-way between Bon Iver and Neil Young. Do you concur?