I admit that I wanted to love the new Andrew Bird album. What I can report is that I really, really like it. It’s atmospheric and warm with the quirkiness you’d expect, if you’ve spent some time with his earlier releases. Unlike 2007’s infectious Armchair Apocrypha, it requires more patient listening. But I find myself returning to it frequently—with his gentle hooks finding purchase in my mind.
Fitz & Dizzyspells