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Fleet Foxes | 
| Artist: Fleet Foxes
Label: Bella Union
Category: Music
List Price: £11.99
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Rating:  46 reviews
Sales Rank: 21
Media: Audio CD
Discs: 1
Shipping Weight (lbs): 0.2
Dimensions (in): 5.6 x 5 x 0.5
EAN: 5033197507620
ASIN: B00180OTAI
Release Date: June 16, 2008
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| Tracks:
| • | Sun It Rises | | • | White Winter Hymnal | | • | Ragged Wood | | • | Tiger Mountain Peasant Song | | • | Quiet Houses | | • | He Doesn't Know Why | | • | Heard Them Stirring | | • | Your Protector | | • | Meadowlarks | | • | Blue Ridge Mountains | | • | Oliver James |
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Amazon.co.uk Review
It's now twenty years since grunge emerged from then culturally isolated Seattle and Fleet Foxes, the eponymous debut album from the city's latest heroes, demonstrates just how much American independent rock has mutated in that time. The five young members of Fleet Foxes make up a very different sort of rock band, describing their own music as "baroque harmonic pop jams". Even that understates the depths of the quintet's effortless vocal harmonies and gently woozy, folky feel. Of their contemporaries only the enigmatic Midlake and My Morning Jacket at their most fragile come close, but neither could have cooked up the Beach Boys spiritual of "White Winter Hymnal" or its more powerful companion piece "Ragged Wood". In fact Fleet Foxes happily admit to aspiring to an earlier tradition--not just obvious antecedents like the Byrds, the Association, Neil Young and, especially, David Crosby's famously unfocussed solo album If Only I Could Remember My Name but ancient English folk songs and their later American descendents. All were hunted and gathered from the internet--songwriters Robin Pecknold and Skye Skjelset are barely in their twenties. Add a host of unlikely instruments and the results are stunning, the complete antithesis of mainstream stadium indie that has followed Arcade Fire. Still, the cover features a Bruegel painting of peasants that might have graced any Black Sabbath sleeve. In that way at least Fleet Foxes salute a local tradition. -—Steve Jelbert
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| Customer Reviews: Read 41 more reviews...
One of my 2008 faves August 28, 2008
One of my 2008 faves, never far from my stereo. The only downer is it hasn't got the song "Mykonos" on it, it would have been a 5 star album then!!! worth a listen.
 "Just plain awful..." August 27, 2008
1 out of 2 found this review helpful
Avoid. Avoid. Avoid. So-called music "critics" are wetting themselves with excitement over this, and I can only assume they don't get out much! It's just plain awful. Soulless. Tuneless. Useless. Say goodbye now to the Fleet Foxes. They won't be around for much longer.
If reverb was talent August 26, 2008
1 out of 2 found this review helpful
If Reverb was talent and Beach boy parodies were new then this would be a work of unparalleled genius. Dont get conned like I did. Strictly for people with record collections that start in 1993.
 Wonderful August 23, 2008
Being a fan of 'this sort of music' ie. hymnal, harmony-led tunes, it's not task to give five stars to this wonderful little album. As a piece, the work has a very healing sense about it. This is an album that salves the soul, rather than dwells on the angst of the band, which perhaps puts some people off. All I can say is don't be. It has obviously been put together with a care, love and attention that is lacking in so many records nowadays.
 Enter as Foxes, Exit as Rabbits August 19, 2008
2 out of 4 found this review helpful
On first hearing I made all the same comparisons, more or less, as other reviewers did. I liked the harmonies, and anticipated that I may be adding the FFs to my regular listening.
On second hearing I once again felt that flush of expectation as the first track kicked in. About half an hour later I had this vague sense of an irritating noise in my ears and realised the record was still playing. It had completely lost me, and as I listened I wondered if perhaps this was some fiendish loop tape I'd been handed which just went on and on, like music on hold.
A shame, really, that they were unable to sustain the initial anticipation by varying the sound enough for me not to tune out.
A little like when you're out on a walk and you see your first bunny and think "How cute"; then you see the rest of them in their thousands, and they're not so cute any more, just too much of the same thing.
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