“If I had a hammer, I'd hammer in the morning, I'd hammer in the evening, all over this land” – for those of us of a certain age this song brings back memories of Ed “Stewpot” Stewart’s Junior Choice and Peter, Paul & Mary’s happy-clappy interpretation; the younger generation are probably more familiar with Changing Rooms’ Handy Andy’s novelty version (gulp). In fact, the song was written by Pete Seeger and Lee Hays in the late 1940s in support of the emerging post-war progressive movement, which was focused heavily on labour rights – something of a rallying call in austere times. On the title track of hirsute Seattle folkies (©) Fleet Foxes’ new album Robin Pecknold sings “If I had an orchard I'd work till I'm raw; if I had an orchard I'd work till I'm sore - and you would wait tables and soon run the store”. It may not be as rousing but it’s certainly indicative of the mood that informs the band’s sophomore effort: while not overtly “political”, this set is often more focussed on the day-to-day than their previous effort was.
Helplessness Blues (the track) is an excellent centrepiece: opening quietly with acoustic guitar & voice, Pecknold informs us that, although he was taught to believe that he “…was somehow unique - like a snowflake” he would now “rather be a functioning cog in some great machinery serving something beyond me”. The sound opens out and the voices start to layer as he continues to set out a manifesto which accepts the need to be part of a meaningful movement while maintaining individuality: “I don't need to be kind to the armies of night that would do such injustice to you; or bow down and be grateful and say ‘sure, take all that you see’ to the men who move only in dimly-lit halls and determine my future for me”.
The lyrics could, I suppose, be interpreted as rather more precious & egocentric and refer instead to being in a suddenly-successful band with all of the “pressures” that entails, but I’d prefer to think that it’s a commentary on the Western World’s current economic status. The “orchard” refrain at the end seems to reinforce this opinion.
The lyrics could, I suppose, be interpreted as rather more precious & egocentric and refer instead to being in a suddenly-successful band with all of the “pressures” that entails, but I’d prefer to think that it’s a commentary on the Western World’s current economic status. The “orchard” refrain at the end seems to reinforce this opinion.
There has also been a slight shift in the band’s musical template for this album; it feels like the second-hand vinyl shops in their locale have run out of the American 1960s folk & psychedelia referenced so enthusiastically on their previous releases, forcing the band to look across the Atlantic and absorb some of the English and Irish folk-rock of the 1970s instead. The Plains/Bitter Dancer resembles a somewhat sinister Morris Dance overlaid with a faintly eastern canon of voices before the second section delivers an almost medieval melody. The Shrine/An Argument is an even more convoluted medley: it opens with a Christy Moore feel and refers brightly to “apples in the summer” before shifting down-tempo to a fairground waltz-time which suddenly sees the world rather more pessimistically (“in the morning, waking up to terrible sunlight”). The mood-swing isn’t complete there, oh no sirree… the pace drops once more to become almost funereal, and then a “freeform jazzy” (?) squawking sax takes centre-stage; it’s certainly experimental, but I have to admit this last section made me think of Pigbag tuning up.
It’s not, by any means, all wild deviation from their established template though. With its swooping air and Beach Boys harmonies, opening track Montezuma is not a million miles away from the Sun Giant EP’s Mykonos (actually it’s 6,896 miles, pedants), Battery Kinzie is all bass drum & hammered piano - a close cousin to the previous album’s White Winter Hymnal highlight - and Someone You'd Admire is fairly straightforward and wouldn’t sound out of place on the latest R.E.M. album. Sim Sala Bim - a magician’s incantation à la “abracadabra”- is also firmly in the band’s established mystical hunting ground both lyrically & musically (the outro is a great frenetic guitar riff that brings Crosby, Stills & Nash’s Marrakesh Express to mind).
Lorelai is probably the most personal song on the album. It has a much fuller sound - layers of voices and tambourines over another waltz beat - and while it initially sounds as if we’re in for a bleak few minutes (“So, guess I got old - I was like trash on the sidewalk”) it’s actually plaintive and yearning (“I was old news to you then”). There’s a lovely drop to a minor key for the middle 8 and it closes with footsteps echoing into the distance. A real highlight.
There are moments when I found myself disengaging from the album, it has to be said: the finger-clicking Bedouin Dress has a Gaelic violin-driven feel (and features the album’s first mention of mythical Irish island Innisfree – it crops up in The Shrine/An Argument too) but it does meander a bit; The Cascades is a short guitar-led instrumental, similar to those that Nick Drake occasionally dropped into the middle of his albums… not unpleasant but neither particularly memorable.
Blue-Spotted Tail is all plucked acoustic guitar (again!) with a very simple melody – pleasant but a little slight. Grown Ocean, however, brings proceedings to a close on a rather more exciting up-tempo note.
This is not really for everyone; one of my friends, following an enthusiastic recommendation of their eponymous debut, lambasted me a couple of weeks later for making him "listen to a load of hippy sh**”. There’s probably nothing here likely to change his mind but it is a thoughtful, interesting and melodic collection.
And I’ve made it through a full Fleet Foxes review without once mentioning Grizzly Adams… damn, just blew it!
Helplessness Blues is released in all formats on May 2nd (UK), May 3rd (US).
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