THE STONE FOXES
From their youthful days of quad-lead-singer-rock-n-roll to their indie-roots-rock-tour-mania all the way to their brief stint as a Swedish synth-pop collective, the Brothers Koehler (Shannon and Spence) have remained the creative anchors of San Francisco’s The Stone Foxes.
And now, with Spence pulling a full-on Brian Wilson, writing songs in his sand-filled Malibu beach mansion, Shannon has taken on the role of “full-time microphone boy,” leading the charge in the studio and on the road. In this new set-up, the dudes still pull from a hot pool of talented collaborators, both familiar and new.
With the release of their latest EP Gold, it’s clear that the hill-folk turned flat-landers have evolved their studio technique from “point the horn at the gut bucket” to a fuller and more sophisticated sound. They’ve managed to capture and even elevate the unadulterated joy of seeing them live. Even so, one thing remains eternally true of the Stone Foxes; if you die without seeing them live, it will have been a wasted life.