Being a minstrel troupe borne from the earth two ages past, when an ancient obelisk was rended in twain by the mythril hammer of a mighty Gorgon. Being that the troupe numbers five and hangs their hats on mottled hooks damp with the thick air of the Pacific Northwest, a mostly uncharted territory of stoney encampments and flannel-patterned tunics. Being that band's ear is drawn to the sounds of olde American music, and also the angelic sounds of fourt part harmonie, and also the flustered and confused period of West Coast America some thirty or forty years past. Being also that, when faced with tasks managerial or self-promotional, the band slips into confusing and alienating dialect. And also that this should tell one something of the band's character, be it good or bad. Best, Fleet Foxes December 20th, 2007
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