indie rock

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Since they blew through South by Southwest this spring, Seattle’s Fleet Foxes have steadily climbed indie rock’s crowded ladder. They played the Bowery Ballroom in March and again in July, stormed the Pitchfork Music Festival later that month, jumped across the pond for England's Isle of Wight festival in August, and sold out their October show at Webster Hall. It's a wonder they found time for a full-page profile in Spin. Surprisingly (or not), the quintent sounds very little like your traditional scraped-on-Pavement indie rock. As evidenced by June's self-titled debut, Fleet Foxes’ are into lazy English folk, fat, shamelessly gorgeous four-part harmonies, and hummable melodies that seem to circle endlessly back on themselves.  read more »

As a steady rain soaked the village this past weekend, Dean Wareham ambled down Avenue A, umbrella aloft, a slight bounce in his step, and watched the cabs race down the street. He wondered aloud whether his roof would spring a leak under the rain, and lamented his landlord’s decision to raise the rent by several hundred dollars a few months back. He and his wife have been thinking about moving to Brooklyn, he said, but they don’t know if the rents in Williamsburg will really save them any money. (Williamsburg is the new old East Village, right?) Plus his son lives close by, with his mother, and he likes being near them. “How are the rents where you live?” he asked.  read more »