"Fleet Foxes have turned their chins into miniature Appalachian forests," writes Simon Reynolds in an essay about the ubiquity of beards among "leftfield rock" musicians in the '00s. Read the (literally) hair-brained, stretched-premised piece here.
Reynolds dwells at some length on Seattle's Fleet Foxes, including this passage:
[I]f face-fuzz has become an epoch-defining signifier in leftfield rock, what exactly does it signify? Let's look again at Fleet Foxes' He Doesn't Know Why, where the group sound like angels but look like satyrs. Here, beardedness is tantamount to a visual rhetoric, almost a form of authentication, as though the band are wearing their music on their faces.
What if Fleet Foxes' members decide to shave en masse today, but don't change their musical style in the process? Whither Reynolds' thesis, then?
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