The introductory phase of the rollicking, harmonious "He Doesn't Know Why" sees the Fleet Foxes dudes sitting around in a vintage-y looking, dusty Western setting with the threads to match. And then the bandsite gets invaded by a herd of goats? Why not. Call them "pastoral" and "bucolic" enough times, get the goat horns. It's reminiscent of Vampire Weekend's piss-take ...