Andrew Bird's new record has probably been Mp3-blogged to death by now. If not, it should be.
I had prepared myself to be pretty patient with Armchair Apocrypha. We learned from the outstanding The Mysterious Production Of Eggs that Bird has a slippery way of reinventing his sound—favorably—with each new release. But infectious vocal and instrumental consistencies tend to ground Bird's ever-progressing compositional stylings, and thus the 12 tracks on Armchair ring true to a distinct, polished sound.
If it doesn't sit well the first time, take a step back. Make your ear unlearn Eggs, The Swimming Hour, et al., and let these songs find you.
Lots of great whistling on this disc, by the way. Minneapolis drummer Dosh also plays a huge part.
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A small amendment to People And Things That Ought To Be Phased Out, as listed on the last post:
-Men drinking from straws.
-Pedestrians who cannot pedest (nope, not a real word) without their white ipod plugs. The world has many spectacular sounds to offer, my friends.
Contributing: Jess Thomas
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I'm passively watching The Da Vinci Code as I write this. I think it might be even worse than the book. Audrey Tautou is one splendid-looking human being, though.
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