Spotted yesterday in Cambridge, Mass.
I’m thinking today of Bob Dylan’s incredible “It’s Alright, Ma (I’m Only Bleeding)” today.
Disillusioned words like bullets bark
As human gods aim for their mark
Make everything from toy guns that spark
To flesh-colored Christs that glow in the dark
It’s easy to see without looking too far
That not much is really sacred.
My actual favorite band from these is The National, but Death Cab for Cutie could be me in a few years (God willing): What Your Favorite Sad Dad Band Says about You
Matt Mitchell’s description of Fleet Foxes' music is right on:
Pecknold’s early compositions and stacked vocal harmonies mirrored Phil Spector’s Wall of Sound technique, just as Brian Wilson’s Pet Sounds and SMILE compositions had previously; his lyrics captured the symbiotic relationship between cinematic heartbreak and autumnal folklore unearthed from the quixotic Pacific Northwest landscape he was raised in.
Mitchell reviews Robin Pecknold’s recently released performance of several Fleet Foxes tracks, A Very Lonely Solstice.