I’m really lucky to work where I work. Basically, my boss Simon gave me the opportunity to turn my hobby into my full time job; an opportunity for which I am eternally grateful. It means that sometimes we get to do nice things like go to Leeds to see our bands play!
So into a splitter van we piled and we journeyed to ‘THE NORTH’ until we reached Leeds. Getting out the van was kind of how it felt like when we went to Iceland and stepped out of the airport (cold). We made it just in time and, amazingly, had a line of front row balcony seats reserved for us.
Just as we sat down Vetiver readied to start. They released ‘The Errant Charm’ earlier this year and played us a lot of jams from that, as well as older ones like the beautiful ‘Rolling Sea’. Their music transports you to sunny California, wherever you’re listening (even Leeds). I love the way Andy annunicates and sings his words. They are a great band.
Then, via not eating, we were super hungry and hurried along to the nearby German market to scoff some sausages before Fleet Foxes. The highlight of this venture was ‘the special German sausage’. What made it special? It remains a mystery as not even the woman manning the stall seemed to know what was in it.
Then we finally watched Fleet Foxes. They performed with a backdrop of projections by Robin’s brother Sean. It suited the music wonderfully and added a lot to the show. I genuinely believe Fleet Foxes are the best at what they do, a truly formidable and terrific band. There are so many copycats but nobody comes close to the quality of songwriting and the stellar execution of group harmonies and musicianship. I mean, some of the tracks are just absolute jaw-to-the-floor corkers. Naysayers, you need to listen to Robin howl in the epic opus The Shrine / An Argument and witness the seamless transition into the achingly beautiful Blue Spotted Tail. So smooth. So good. It is nothing less than spectacular.
A genuine and fantastic band. We said hello to everyone after the set, drank champagne from a weird plastic-assemble-yourself glass then shot back to London through the night. What fun.