"The house at Bellagio Drive was a sprawling low-slung California mansion that reminded me of a small ocean liner. The state-of-the-art recording studio was at one end of the house and, like a sort of engine room-cum-bridge, it seemed to pull the rest of the house along in its wake. On a glass coffee table was a veritable pyramid of joints all rolled by the in-house joint roller. He'd been a flack in the publicity department of Capitol records and now he had this job: rolling doobies for the Beach Boys." - excerpt from David Dalton's Epiphany At Zuma Beach
This is undoubtedly my single favorite album of all time. It feels like such a perfect culmination of all the themes and ideas Fleet Foxes has been working with since 2008. It answers many of the questions found on both Helplessness Blues and Crack-Up, and represents an incredible maturation and growth in Robin Pecknold's perspective. Their other albums are certainly masterpieces, but this, in my opinion, is their magnum opus. I doubt it will be recognized as such in its time. isaiah_stuart