Once upon a time, Father John Misty (aka Josh Tillman) was best known as a guy who used to play drums in Fleet Foxes. After six years of radio silence from the latter band and three zinger LPs of caustic comedy from the self-mythologizing Tillman, a reversal of fortunes found the unholy Father getting frescoed while Fleet Foxes hibernated through a series of winters, likely humming themselves sweetly to sleep in multipart harmony. Had they never awakened, there is enough dulcet vocal phrasing and Rube Goldberg arranging on 2008's eponymous debut and 2011 expansion Helplessness Blues to chisel singer/songwriter Robin Pecknold's likeness onto Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young's chamber-folk Mount Rushmore. But wake they did, and returned immediately to stirring: Crack-Up (Nonesuch), while falling short of the exquisite beauty of its forebears (a fate shared with every other album released last year), ups the urgency and springs new trapdoors on those listeners lulled into a cross-eyed stupor through sheer aural attractiveness. Natalie Prass, whose own eponymous chamber-pop debut in 2015 conjured sonic images of a Disney princess singing Dusty Springfield and Carole King, opens. Tickets $34.50-$169.85. At 8:30 p.m. Monday. Orpheum Theater, 129 Roosevelt Way, (504) 274-4870; www.orpheumnola.com.