The Mysterious Production of Eggs
Chamber pop, indie folk, baroque pop—however you want to label *The Mysterious Production of Eggs*, it\'s undeniably gorgeous. Andrew Bird’s vocals, all drowsy and blue, live inside arrangements that unfold like landscapes in miniature; they somehow manage to be both vast and tiny. Amid crying violins, fluttering whistles, and twinkly percussion, Bird’s cryptic wordplay worms its way deep into your consciousness. You’ll find yourself repeating odd little phrases, like “I want to drill a tiny hole into your head,” for weeks on end.
Andrew Bird's latest retains his sense of songcraft but eschews straightforward storytelling, opting instead for wordplay and imagery.
Andrew Bird's 'The Mysterious Production of Eggs' is a quietly sublime trip through Bird's skewed musical universe – a grandiose vision of what a pop record can be.