As a member of harmonizing-heavy 2008 indie-folk mega-smash Fleet Foxes, fuzzy-faced drummer J. Tillman seemingly had quite a lot to do with setting in motion indie rock's current well-documented predilection toward beards. And everyone was all "WTF" when he dropped a solo album, precisely the sort of moody and sometimes-depressed singer-songwriter deal that probably all too often results from trying to be creative under the gloomy grey skies of the Pacific Northwest. Thing is, it's his eighth – he's been at it for years, since even before the Foxes, spurred on in the earliest days by fellow Seattle folk singer and 2006 flavor-du-jour Damien Jurado. This should probably end with a Nick Drake comparison or something, but that's mostly a foregone conclusion these days.
Pearly Gate opens, by which we mean that there's a band by that name performing, and certainly not that your entrance to heaven is assured.