Fleet Foxes, listen up. It's not you. It's me. I was not a fan. I'd read all the praise from critics and fans and brushed it off. Just another young band getting hyped for no good reason ...

I could not have been more wrong. I'm sorry. I get it now.

The Fleet Foxes are onstage right now and the band sounds relaxed and confident. Their sun-drenched lyrics and soaring vocal harmonies are commanding. The crowd is as large as it's been all weekend and throughout the audience jaws are dropping and chills are being induced .

Robin Pecknold is a serene neo-hippie prince who's come to wash away all negativity. This band has slowly been cultivating their sound -- a mix of folkish jamming and carefully crafted pop. These kids grew up studying The Beach Boys, Simon & Garfunkel, The Zombies, Love, Bob Dylan and Buffalo Springfield and it shows.

This music is meant for a bonfire with a bottle of wine and a group of friends singing back-up vocals. Call it campfire rock.

The crowd is now shoulder-to-shoulder thick from the front of the stage all the way to the back of the beer garden on Pike Street. All eyes on are on the main stage and you'd be hard pressed to find another young band on the West Coast with the charisma and charm to command such a massive audience. Sprinkled throughout young fans are bobbing and singing along. Couples are cuddling and a few brave souls have clamored up the trees to gain a better perspective.