Album Reviews: Andrew Bird & the Mysterious Production of Eggs by Andrew BirdAndrew Bird saunters from your speakers like a foreign gunslinger in a spaghetti western. Instead of brandishing six shooters, he wields his wonderful whistling ability and a violin. Sounding at times like a lost Ennio Morricone soundtrack, Andrew Bird & The Mysterious Production of Eggs fires off an aural soundscape with poetry to boot.
"Fake Palindromes" gallops through town with an Indian-accented violin and disappears into the sunset before you can catch it all. It's beautiful brevity leaves you wanting more. "Banking on a Myth" brings more of this world into view with some Spanish flamenco-style handclaps. Bird sounds more upbeat here than on his last effort, Weather Systems, unholstering his violin to rock out on "A Nervous Tic Motion of the Head to the Left." "We were tired of being mild. Oh so tired of being mild," he croons in the elegant "Tables and Chairs." But then he admits, "We were so tired." Make no mistake: This release is still as leisurely paced as tumbleweed.
Bird's vocals evoke the late Jeff Buckley at times. And his whistling can’t be understated. He turns what could be an annoying sound, akin to yodeling, into a lilting, wondrous birdsong floating above the plains. It's best experienced in the album's uplifting centerpiece, "Masterfade." The Mysterious Production of Eggs is an accomplished work by a true original. - Jeff Kamin