Holy. Shit. After giving us the phenomenal, winding, experimental Crack Up (that album is a masterpiece too. I'll review it eventually.), Fleet Foxes delivers a much more straightforward album that doesn't suffer at all from being more hook centric and straight. I have a lot I plan on saying for this album, but I plan on taking some time to really gather my thoughts. This is really just a beautiful, breathtaking, phenomenal album.
Goddammit... Yes I love Phil Collins and I'm tired of pretending I don't. The dude literally dedicated his body to the drums. I seem to be a rare breed that adores the prog Peter Gabriel genius of the early Genesis days, and the unapologetic pop bangers of the Phil Collins years. This won't challenge the listener like Selling England or Foxtrot, but it's wonderfully produced and recorded pop greatness. Phil Collins can friggin sing.
I don't care what you say, this is a damn good album. Coming out in a transformative year in my life, this became a cornerstone album of those times. I have listened to The Gospel of John Hurt countless times. To me, this is great.
After a 97 year wait for the release of the album, here it finally is. After some time to digest and enjoy it, I must admit I have completely forgotten how annoyed I was at waiting for this thing. Of course a lot of the songs were singles or released before, but those are all good quality. The new stuff here is also awesome. I personally pin the bouncing club-like banger 1993 as my favorite. Jerk is also a fun song. I just had a good time with this and I keep coming back to it over and over.