2026 press.
Twenty years on and it’s still magic. Andrew Bird at his absolute sweet spot. Whistling like a lunatic genius, looping strings, daft clever lyrics that somehow still hit you in the chest. It’s intricate but warm. Proper songwriting hiding inside all the little flourishes. You forget how many actual tunes are on this until you stick it back on and go oh right, that one too. Indie folk but wired slightly differently. Still sounds fresh. Still sounds like him and nobody else.
FFO: Sufjan Stevens, Joanna Newsom, The Decemberists, Nick Drake
