Not many bands experience the opportunities Fleet Foxes have -- and even fewer deliver on them. But the Seattle-based group has managed to skirt the many pitfalls of modern indie music, including the always-frothing blogosphere.
Instead, it's been win after win. In 2006, their self-released debut EP attracted bigwig label Sub Pop. In 2008, their much-hyped full-length "Fleet Foxes" racked up accolades, eventually selling more than 400,000 copies in the U.S. alone. This spring they cleared yet another hurdle, with their sophomore LP, "Helplessness Blues," debuting at No. 4 on the Billboard charts. The unassuming sextet hasn't ascended with the grandiosity of Arcade Fire or the stylistic worldliness of Vampire Weekend. Its formula has been modest from the outset: earnest folk accented by gorgeous vocal harmonies and touches of psychedelia, all underpinned by strong songwriting.
We caught up with Fleet Foxes frontman Robin Pecknold prior to his band's State Theatre gig this Sunday. He talked about managing indie-rock stardom, his darker new album and -- of course -- Lady Gaga's role as the new Pete Seeger.
Q: How much pressure did you feel leading up to "Helplessness Blues"?
A: I think it was mostly personal pressure. We looked at it as a sequel, not as a completely different thing. We were as aware of the negative reviews as the positive; it wasn't as if we felt the first [album] was some gold standard of excellence.
Q: How has your lyric-writing process evolved over the past few years?
A: With ["Fleet Foxes"], I don't feel much for the songs lyrically aside from a couple. I think touring that first record as much as we did made me want to write stuff that's a little more from the gut. So that was conscious. I didn't want to back out there with another set of oblique strategies. Some of [the new material] is sorta self-actualizing in terms of writing about the inability to be present for people in your life who love you. And ... I don't know ... also I feel just a bit useless.
Q: How self-aware are you about your rock stardom?