Live Review: Fleet Foxes at the Fillmore

Fleet Foxes for Fillmore faithful: Aidin Vaziri | The best moments in casually strummed songs dotted with images of birds, oceans and leaves were often the wordless bridges that found Pecknold so overwhelmed with emotion that he could only “ooh” and “whoa” things toward the heavens. In fact, the loud, echoing drums often made the Fillmore feel like a church (with better decor on the walls, obviously). By the end of the night, there were certainly more than a few converts spilling out onto the street. Continue reading.


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