When I find music I love, I have to share. Recently, friends of mine introduced me to the excellent band Fleet Foxes and I have been swooning over their intriguingly mellow sounds ever since. If you enjoy a bit of folk meets indie meets happily melancholic with a bit of I don't even know what, then you'll love Fleet Foxes. The word zephyr comes to mind and the only reason my head space can come up with for this is that I find their music floats along as a soft and soothing west wind might. I say west because they hail from Seattle, WA and that math just works...or so the folks of the Migration Period would have me believe. Fleet Foxes really are a brilliant set of musicians and I hope that you'll give them a listen, if you haven't already. I'm fantastically behind the times on most things extraordinary, it's a fact, and so it is likely you've heard them be extraordinary truckloads a'fore me. And these blokes are extraordinary, in accordance with the musical laws that govern my ear drums. Laws set forward by neither Grits nor Tories but rather by my own made up political party known as Rick Mercer for Prime Minister. Moving on. I will tell you from experience that you will find few better suited songs to drive through the Canadian Rockies with as your musical scene setter than those of Fleet Foxes. I think they're grand. Genius grand.
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