"I'd say I'd rather be
A functioning cog in some great machinery
Serving something beyond me"
A functioning cog in some great machinery
Serving something beyond me"
On a rare sunny Scottish evening, indie folkies Fleet Foxes performed at the Corn Exchange. The concert was opened by the Bees, a band I have never heard of until this concert, but who nonetheless blew me away with their tight sound. Following arguably one of the best opening acts I have seen in a long while, the Seattle-based quintet-turned-sextet took to the stage.

It has been a long time since the last time I saw the Foxes back in November 2008. The frontman Robin Pecknold has cut his hair, which has successfully turned his appearance from Jesus-like to a very regular "band guy" look. The music has also undergone a significant change. Unlike the aural spotless harmonies of the self-titled debut, the band's new album was more soul-searching, more self-critical, which was reflected in the music less confident in its own harmony. Not to worry, though, this year's Helplessness Blues still has plenty of soaring, pitch-perfect vocals, a distinctive trademark of the band.
And yet, in the concert, one could definitely which song belonged to which album, simply by its performance. The new songs tended to be more melodically crowded, if not rich, often culminating in strong, busy crescendos, with the beat of the song dictating the rhythm to your heart. Most of the musical "busy-ness" was created by the multi-talented multi-instrumentalist Morgan Henderson, who with his beanie hat and quarter-length jean short cut-offs looked more suitable on the set of Life Aquatic, than on stage. The older songs were mostly the sunny periods between the clouds created by the Helplessness Blues and were more often than not stripped down to vocals and one or two guitars, creating an experience of almost a cappella. This was particularly evident in the stretch between "Mykonos" and "Ragged Wood", where five songs from the 2008 album were played, and the mood of the show noticeably brightened up. The natural climax of the show was reached when the band played the lyrical "Montezuma" and mesmerizing "He Doesn't Know Why". Encore was opened with the old staple "Oliver James", with Pecknold singing alone on the stage, slapping a rhythm on the side of the guitar.
While the new album may not be as enchanting as the debut, it is certainly a very strong effort and most likely to be one of my favorite records of the year. The lyrics are probing, at times existential, which makes for an enjoyable listen, this time the pleasure often derived from the words rather than from the melody alone. I am sure, Fleet Foxes had an option to release an album to follow in the footsteps of the first success, but instead they eschewed the easy way out, and went for an option that deliberately challenged the harmonies they have established. I love seeing this band grow (scary to think that most of the band is my age!), and, frankly, can't wait to see which direction they'll choose next.
Setlist:
- The Cascades
- Grown Ocean
- Drops in the River
- Battery Kinzie
- Bedouin Dress
- Sim Sala Bim
- Mykonos
- Your Protector
- Tiger Mountain Peasant Song
- White Winter Hymnal
- Ragged Wood
- Lorelai
- Montezuma 
- He Doesn't Know Why
- The Shrine/An Argument
- Blue Spotted Tail
- Blue Ridge Mountains
- Oliver James (encore)
- Helplessness Blues (encore)

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