Fleet Foxes (who are playing a sold-out Showbox on Friday) are adding to a solid catalog that stands on its own, untouched by the hurry. Shawn Brackbill
It’s been six years since locally grown band Fleet Foxes, led by songwriter and vocalist Robin Pecknold, released their deft sophomore record, Helplessness Blues.
The follow-up to their self-titled debut, Helplessness Blues did what so many second records fail to do—outperformed its extremely well-received predecessor. It was a stunning maturation of sound, grappling less with bucolic imagery and golden harmony, and diving instead into ornate composition and themes of loss and aging as its singer hurtled through his 20s.