My week, spoiled by illness, was made all the more bearable by the new Fleet Foxes album which I’ve been clicking ‘Play’ on most mornings and evenings. Inoffensive and charming, the band’s warm, honeyed folk sounds soar through the speakers into the room before settling gently, like feathers, into the peripheries. I’m really appreciating Robin Pecknold’s dulcet voice on this album and the sweetly experimental turn the album takes on ‘The Cascades’.
p.s~ I think Robin Pecknold’s name is just perfect. With a name like that how can you not grow up and sing in a folk band inspired by the woods and the trees?