Well, if you were looking to find a band that got hit by massive hype, but still managed to maintain public goodwill upon the release of their album--as opposed to the way things went for Black Kids and everybody else who tried to sound like the new Belle & Sebastian--it's the Fleet's you look to. Formed only a few years ago and barely acknowledged until the beginning of this year, wherein they proceeded to win over absolutely every music publication they ran into, from Rolling Stone to Pitchfork (and quite a few websites and magazines in between), pretty much the entirety of the European music press (excepting those who still give a shit about whatever Bloc Party is doing), and even earning a breathy, over the top proclamation form the fucking Guardian, who described the Foxes self-titled debut as "a landmark in American music, an instant classic." Here's the scoop. That album? Not bad. Decent, even. Hell, it's good. Pick it up, put it on, learn the words, try and hit those notes.
But you don't really need to.
-Tucker Stone, 2008