Saturday, April 30, 2011
To say that Robin Pecknold, of the Fleet Foxes, is this generations Niel Young is starting to seem like an understatement. I know that's a bold statement but before you start cramming all your Harvest Moon B-sides down my throat just give this song a spin and then go ahead and give it a few more twirls. The very first stanza that leaves Pecknold's lips forces the listener to stop thinking and start living. There is a strong wisdom that carries through the air when this young poet breaths in his own unique language. Addressing the unanswerable questions with more quizzical statements only pulls said listener further and further into the gigantic stormy reality that is life. Until finally, sitting Indian-style, in the eye of the storm, everything is made clear to give the sweet release of a single enlightening moment, only to be drawn back to the daily grind by shelling out the idiot-genius line "Someday I'll be like the man on the screen". There are very few songs that give you the feeling that you've read an 817 page Tolstoy Novel in the span of 5 minutes and 3 seconds and for that reason alone you should do yourself a favor by pressing that play button down there.
Fleet Foxes Helplessness Blues