I suppose I should try and be controlled when writing this, but Mysterious production is an album about which I feel slightly compelled to gush. It's an incredibly cohesive effort, which grabs you on almost every level (quite possibly tentaively at first, with one or two songs, then brings you in tight).
To compartmentalise, his layered songs are musically sound, catchy, and interesting. Playing nearly everything himself he mixes loops of virtuoso violin, whistling, singing, guitar, glockenspiel, and on, and on. To create complex layered melodies which are just a joy to listen to.
Lyrically, he's great. They're weird, but then they make sense in a weird way. Obviously Mr Bird is one of those men utterly in love with the english language, and that's alright by me. If he wants to glibly fit in eight rhymes to the word "formaldahyde" on the trot into a song then be my guest. Tables and Chairs clocks in as my favourite for Birds' lyrics, as he reassures the audience that we shouldn't worry about global warming, because we can all meet in the ruined remains of our great cities when the world ends and have a picnic. Well, ya know.
If that's too weird for you, just ignore the lyrics and love the songs. Because you will.