NEW MUSIC FRIDAY FLEET FOXES "CRACK-UP" RELEASE EVENT
Upstairs, All Ages
DOORS: 6:30 PM // SHOW: 7:00 PM
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2477 18th STREET NW (UPSTAIRS)
Looking for something a little different from the typical Friday happy hour? Join us in the Music House for #NewMusicFriday to celebrate the week's best new music and vinyl releases. We spin the albums for your enjoyment + happy hour specials + giveaways & more!
This week we feature: new Fleet Foxes album "Crack-Up"!
For this event we will have some very special items from Warner Music Group and Nonesuch Records including:
Test pressings as grand prizes
LP copy & CD copy
3-4 limited edition litho prints per party (as featured on their D2C)
About the album Consequence of Sound writes:
It almost seemed like Fleet Foxes weren’t going to return. Their first show of 2017 came five years and four months after their last, or four months longer than LCD Soundystem’s “breakup.” Those five years were filled with self-discovery, as Robin Pecknold withdrew from the band to attend Columbia University. When we last left Pecknold, the promise of the early Obama years was beginning to fade, with the slow post-recession recovery giving birth to the Occupy movement. Pecknold astutely captured this sense of uncertainty and disillusionment on “Helplessness Blues”, an anthem for a generation who tried to find a way in a saturated workforce devoid of opportunity. Pecknold’s thoughtfulness captured the anxiety of a moment, and in hindsight, it’s alarming to hear the word “snowflake” used to describe someone without malice. It was earnest, predating a time when the band’s former drummer, Josh Tillman, would marry cynicism with a mocking tone to hold a mirror up to society and stand at the forefront of a genre in a spot Fleet Foxes once occupied.
Six years later, times have changed, and Pecknold has, too. His decision to recede from the industry and attend school informs the insular attitude of Crack-Up. His lyrics, and the music itself, feels withdrawn compared to the ornate expanse of Helplessness Blues. Not only does he abandon trying to be the “voice of a generation,” but he appears uncomfortable speaking for anyone but himself. He spent the years away playing solo shows, assuming that there wasn’t a demand for Fleet Foxes. On Crack-Up, he’s attempting to relearn everything he once knew.
The insular tone is apparent from the album’s opening seconds, as Pecknold sings, “I am all that I need” in a hushed whisper. Rather than an empowering statement, it’s as if he’s trying to convince himself. When he repeats the line moments later, the band crashes in, literally cutting him off. The song plays with dynamics with a forceful command as it alternates between a quiet and lonely Pecknold and the full band. As it transitions into its second movement, the song devolves into paranoia and desperation, elements Fleet Foxes have rarely touched on before.