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ANDREW BIRD - Armchair Apocrypha
| AV Club | | There's an obvious passion behind Andrew Bird's Armchair Apocrypha, but the songs themselves could come from a post-passionate universe, a place where rueful reflection has become the baseline emotion. Bird—who created Armchair in close collaboration with experimental electronic musician Martin Dosh—is an inventive instrumentalist, but here, he wisely leans on the most powerful instruments at his disposal: a voice that can shift from wry observation to a Damien Rice-like sweep, and whistling skills that he often lets drift in the back of songs, almost as a reminder of something larger, and not necessarily benevolent, just out of view....full text |
| | Drowned in sound | | I maintain that, lately, there has been a return to a more classical based writing style in pop music. I also maintain that the music permeating from the cracks of this newfound return to classicism has been the most creative as of late. Massive generalization, yes; apocryphal in anyway, nope. I could hark on for pages about the ingenuity of Sufjan Stevens, Antony and the Johnsons and Hayden, for example, but that is beside the point....full text |
| | Popmatters | | Great albums tend to suggest their ideal listening environment: the club, the car, headphones, stereo cranked to 11, winter, summer, etc., though they remain appropriate in most other contexts as well. Andrew Bird’s latest, Armchair Apocrypha, suggests a fairly specific setting for me, inspired perhaps in equal parts by my own childhood nostalgia and scenes from several movies. ...full text |
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