Fleet Foxes

Can you hear the bearded men harmonizing? The Fleet Foxes, the Seattle-based Indie-folk sensation with just a bit of hype (there was a Voice of the Year Nomination, a 9.0 rating, and an SNL performance), are sweeping the city. They played the Fillmore last night, and tonight are slated for The Palace of Fine Arts, which is sure to be one of the most zen-like experiences you could ever wish for on a Wednesday evening.

Misha Vladimirskiy

The Fleet Foxes have had quite a year.  We knew they were something else when the hype machine made it near impossible to score tickets to their Bottom of the Hill show last Spring (maybe one of the most amazing shows of last year).  Then they played the Treasure Island Music Festival, drawing Jack White out from his trailer to watch the magic.  They’ve secured the coveted number 1 spot on Pitchfork’s Best Albu

Misha Vladimirskiy

When Robin Pecknold of the Fleet Foxes starts singing, you feel like the only appropriate place to be is atop of some mountain in the Alps. Their Treasure Island performance, like most of their shows, was a meditative experience - enhanced by the absolute silence from the crowd, the breeze blowing off the Bay and as drummer J. Tillman put it, "the purple mountains of majesty" in the background (which would be Marin Headlines, just to the right of the Golden Gate Bridge).