The surrealistic musings of Andrew Bird—laced with references to palindromes, mitosis, neural walls, a cosmonaut, bile, and the Scythian empire—are only slightly less esoteric then his resolutely quirky, exquisitely crafted music. Lapping up against his often-languorous voice and pungent, echoey whistling, Bird's fine-grained music is an enigmatic blend of chamber pop (he's a classically trained violinist) and skewed traces of folk, classic jazz, samba, and vintage British pop that has been layered, looped, and lashed. After several jazzier albums under the moniker Bowl of Fire, Bird solidified his virulent cult following with a... More >>>