If you are desperate for new Fleet Foxes material then Tillman's album could stand you in very good stead. It is no coincidence that there are large similarities as Tillman is the drummer for the band.
This is not a carbon copy of his band's material however, despite the near-a cappella harmonies on the familiar `First Born' and `Blue Ridge Mountain'-like chord progressions of `James Blues'. Tillman's voice is equally as soothing as Fleet Foxes' Pecknold, his acoustic, folk guitar equally as poised and haunting.
Where the albums differ is that Tillman has a long precedent of solo material and his maturity shows. There are no overblown, baroque moments here. This is Nick Drake unplugged, or the product of a very lonely Neil Young. Either way it is an internalised Fleet Foxes, a shyer affair, a Bon Iver reluctant to leave happy isolation.
By no means indispensable, thanks to almost certain eclipsing by Fleet Foxes, Tillman has nevertheless produced a album with aching beauty (Laborless Land) and reverence for all that is good about folky, bluesy Americana.