Fleet Foxes

The first listen is quite an introduction. That gentle echo and the full, natural harmonies give you the feeling that you're listening from the back of an empty church.

The lyrics are poetic, but not in that mushy, heavy-handed way that doesn't sound like music. Instead, there's a linguistic flow that resembles intimate conversation. It not only adds meaning of its own, but matches the melodic register with its tone and imagery.

The melodies are adventurous-- they make musical sense, with just a hint of the over-familiar. But just when you think you can predict the next note, the song does something unexpected and beautiful to renew your interest.

You'll surely be hungry for more of the Foxes' sound, so give their MySpace player another chance to blow your hat off.

This is Robin Pecknold, the band's lead singer and songwriter. He also plays guitar. He'd be pleased to meet you, if he met you.


This is Skye Skjelset, guitarist. Good luck pronouncing his name.


Meet Josh Tillman, drummer. Here he's performing a solo gig, which he does sometimes.


Christian Wargo is also in a band called the Crystal Skulls. He sings, he plays, he dances, he even makes julienne fries.

The great mystery here is Casey Wescott, of whom I can find no pictures. I'll bet the band made him up. Maybe he's just shy, or plays a tuba, or is actually a vampire and can't be photographed. Can vampires be photographed?