"When you're a kid playing music, you might have certain dreams or expectations and then very quickly all of those are bashed away and you're confronted with your own reality," says the 27-year-old Wescott, who in addition to being a humorously enjoyable conversationalist, is also known as part of the electro pop band Crystal Skulls with Fleet Foxes band mate Christian Wargo.
"You get over having expectations, but when it does happen it's interesting because it takes a whole different shape in your head. It's not a validation thing, but it's bizarre," he says.
The bizarre world of the Fleet Foxes also includes weathering the barrage of aforementioned comparisons to other acts the band has garnered by critics, promoters, and dudes simply trying to describe the Fleet Foxes' sound to other dudes. Their five-part harmonies bring mentions of the Beach Boys. Their acoustic skills as well as their whimsical and folky lyrics give reason for some to slide in Simon and Garfunkel references. Their beards and plaid clothes get others talking about The Band.
"A lot of comparisons do run a bit shallow. I've heard this Beach Boys thing and everybody who's listened to their harmonies knows how different they actually are," Wescott says.
Fleet Foxes, who have only been a band for about two years, don't really sound like any of these classic bands, but are rather a band that has found a home reveling in their own insularly woven simplicity, thanks to songwriting from main vocalist Robin Pecknold.
"There's this thread in the band that seems to transcend complexity or arrangements and I think that's definitely a goal," says Wescott. This statement, in its own right, is somewhat complex, but it makes sense...after some unraveling.
Wilco, Fleet Foxes
6:30pm Saturday, August 23. Les Schwab Amphitheater, 344 Shevlin Hixon Dr. $35. Tickets at Ticket Mill or ticketmaster.com.
