Andrew Bird is a brilliant artist.
His mental microcosm must be populated by crazy illuminations, mood swings in a whimsical and surreal landscape. There is no other way to explain the 14 tracks of this delicate album, which captivates with its originality and catchiness.
After his time with Bowl's Of Fire, with whom he played on the first albums, that little genius Andrew embarks on his second solo endeavor, following his promising debut a few years ago.
Never abandoning his violin, which he plucks with expert hands, and continuously layering previous loops onto new chords, Andrew succeeds in giving the impression of being surrounded by a coterie of musicians, while everything originates from his graceful hands. Only after seeing him live (an experience I haven't had but simply watched online) can one appreciate how he creates and layers sounds through skillful loops.
Andrew sings, with a voice halfway between Beck from Mutations and Rufus Wainwright, plays the guitar, and whistles, though his first love remains the violin, to which he entrusts the most surprising moments (Fake Palindromes). Accompanying a delightful pop are the lyrics, affirming the originality of this artist; one of the characters in his stories has a nervous tic with his head (A Nervous Tic Motion Of The Head To The Left), another falls into the lake, one has a scrape on the knee, and then one morning everyone wakes up to a day in reverse...
This is truly a pleasant album, with alluring harmonies, carefree whistles, and intriguing violin plucks.
Ideal for kicking off a drowsy spring in the best way.
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