I’m sorry to cross-post with It’s Nice That, but they turned me on to Fleet Foxes this morning and I’ve been listening to the five songs on their MySpace page ever since. The songs are like backwoods baptismal hymns, similar to the bluegrassy style of Akron Family, but with a little less frenetic psychedelia. Fleet Foxes make me think that I’m laying on a dock, feet dangling into the clear, cool waters of a Summer lake, and a couple of small, fluffy clouds overhead are raining down a song onto my sun-pierced eyelids. This is music to listen to while napping in a birchbark canoe. It’s made for praying on a carpet of dead leaves in a cathedral of pine boughs. My imagery is weird but apt. APT.
Fleet Foxes found via It’s Nice That
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