I resisted joining the Feist bandwagon. I just didn’t think what she was doing was that great. I listened to the records, and was just left kind of…eh.
This changed my opinion:
It’s really not the massive (and, to my ears, bombastic) choir â€” comprised of people from such bands as Grizzly Bear, Mates of State, National, New Pornographers, and likely random Brooklynites she bumped into â€” that made me re-evaluate my feelings on Feist.
Rather, there’s something about the way she phrases the emphatic moments of the song that I find very compelling. It’s the whisper being more powerful than a roar approach, and I like it very much.
I shall now take another shot at the records. Certainly not the first time my initial impression of something has been wrong.