Tonight ANDREW BIRD is joined by a full band to deliver a mesmerizing live set of utterly riveting songs that work their magic on their own believable terms, without a hint of cloying nostalgia or riff-fueled seduction as he plays strings, glockenspiel, wurlitzer and tape loops… 
Taking all the best parts of Jeff Buckley, Devandra Barnhart and Rufus Wainwright, Bird can be noisy, charming, frivolous, haunting and playful all at once, with each song an adventure and, a mystery. As compulsive as he is obsessive, Bird’s attention to detail in ‘Production of Eggs’ assembles all his finest gifts into one breathtaking basket.” -Billboard, 2/5/05
“Surely one of the albums of the year (yes, already), from super-talented Chicago songman/violonist/whistler Bird. To say he combines delicate alt.country with sweet, smooth folk rather dumbs down the subtlety of these mellifluous arrangements. He’s an ace lyricist too (‘my skin is white as parchment, drier than a downtown office building where the air is tight’). Think Buckley a little, Rufus Wainwright, a gently crooning Thom Yorke even. But the overall effect – well that’s more like the soft magic of snowfall. Honest”. Time Out
“His painterly reach suggests Mercury Rev’s haunted Americana; more often, he recalls Rufus Wainwright, but without the sexual theatricality. Absorbing”. The Observer 
 “It’s got some of Arcade Fire’s orchestral-rock charm, but without the big production and the angst – and a lot more whistling and songs about science”  New York Times
“Bird uses whistling, loops and spare instrumentation to create an atmospheric, multilayered sound that’s melodic and rhythmic but also moody and delicate. Elegant, demanding and moving.” -Q Magazine 
plus special guests

Tonight ANDREW BIRD is joined by a full band to deliver a mesmerizing live set of utterly riveting songs that work their magic on their own believable terms, without a hint of cloying nostalgia or riff-fueled seduction as he plays strings, glockenspiel, wurlitzer and tape loops… 
Taking all the best parts of Jeff Buckley, Devandra Barnhart and Rufus Wainwright, Bird can be noisy, charming, frivolous, haunting and playful all at once, with each song an adventure and, a mystery. As compulsive as he is obsessive, Bird’s attention to detail in ‘Production of Eggs’ assembles all his finest gifts into one breathtaking basket.” -Billboard, 2/5/05
“Surely one of the albums of the year (yes, already), from super-talented Chicago songman/violonist/whistler Bird. To say he combines delicate alt.country with sweet, smooth folk rather dumbs down the subtlety of these mellifluous arrangements. He’s an ace lyricist too (‘my skin is white as parchment, drier than a downtown office building where the air is tight’). Think Buckley a little, Rufus Wainwright, a gently crooning Thom Yorke even. But the overall effect – well that’s more like the soft magic of snowfall. Honest”. Time Out
“His painterly reach suggests Mercury Rev’s haunted Americana; more often, he recalls Rufus Wainwright, but without the sexual theatricality. Absorbing”. The Observer 
 “It’s got some of Arcade Fire’s orchestral-rock charm, but without the big production and the angst – and a lot more whistling and songs about science”  New York Times
“Bird uses whistling, loops and spare instrumentation to create an atmospheric, multilayered sound that’s melodic and rhythmic but also moody and delicate. Elegant, demanding and moving.” -Q Magazine 
plus special guests

Tonight ANDREW BIRD is joined by a full band to deliver a mesmerizing live set of utterly riveting songs that work their magic on their own believable terms, without a hint of cloying nostalgia or riff-fueled seduction as he plays strings, glockenspiel, wurlitzer and tape loops… 
Taking all the best parts of Jeff Buckley, Devandra Barnhart and Rufus Wainwright, Bird can be noisy, charming, frivolous, haunting and playful all at once, with each song an adventure and, a mystery. As compulsive as he is obsessive, Bird’s attention to detail in ‘Production of Eggs’ assembles all his finest gifts into one breathtaking basket.” -Billboard, 2/5/05
“Surely one of the albums of the year (yes, already), from super-talented Chicago songman/violonist/whistler Bird. To say he combines delicate alt.country with sweet, smooth folk rather dumbs down the subtlety of these mellifluous arrangements. He’s an ace lyricist too (‘my skin is white as parchment, drier than a downtown office building where the air is tight’). Think Buckley a little, Rufus Wainwright, a gently crooning Thom Yorke even. But the overall effect – well that’s more like the soft magic of snowfall. Honest”. Time Out
“His painterly reach suggests Mercury Rev’s haunted Americana; more often, he recalls Rufus Wainwright, but without the sexual theatricality. Absorbing”. The Observer 
 “It’s got some of Arcade Fire’s orchestral-rock charm, but without the big production and the angst – and a lot more whistling and songs about science”  New York Times
“Bird uses whistling, loops and spare instrumentation to create an atmospheric, multilayered sound that’s melodic and rhythmic but also moody and delicate. Elegant, demanding and moving.” -Q Magazine 
plus special guests

Tonight ANDREW BIRD is joined by a full band to deliver a mesmerizing live set of utterly riveting songs that work their magic on their own believable terms, without a hint of cloying nostalgia or riff-fueled seduction as he plays strings, glockenspiel, wurlitzer and tape loops… 
Taking all the best parts of Jeff Buckley, Devandra Barnhart and Rufus Wainwright, Bird can be noisy, charming, frivolous, haunting and playful all at once, with each song an adventure and, a mystery. As compulsive as he is obsessive, Bird’s attention to detail in ‘Production of Eggs’ assembles all his finest gifts into one breathtaking basket.” -Billboard, 2/5/05
“Surely one of the albums of the year (yes, already), from super-talented Chicago songman/violonist/whistler Bird. To say he combines delicate alt.country with sweet, smooth folk rather dumbs down the subtlety of these mellifluous arrangements. He’s an ace lyricist too (‘my skin is white as parchment, drier than a downtown office building where the air is tight’). Think Buckley a little, Rufus Wainwright, a gently crooning Thom Yorke even. But the overall effect – well that’s more like the soft magic of snowfall. Honest”. Time Out
“His painterly reach suggests Mercury Rev’s haunted Americana; more often, he recalls Rufus Wainwright, but without the sexual theatricality. Absorbing”. The Observer 
 “It’s got some of Arcade Fire’s orchestral-rock charm, but without the big production and the angst – and a lot more whistling and songs about science”  New York Times
“Bird uses whistling, loops and spare instrumentation to create an atmospheric, multilayered sound that’s melodic and rhythmic but also moody and delicate. Elegant, demanding and moving.” -Q Magazine 
plus special guests

Tonight ANDREW BIRD is joined by a full band to deliver a mesmerizing live set of utterly riveting songs that work their magic on their own believable terms, without a hint of cloying nostalgia or riff-fueled seduction as he plays strings, glockenspiel, wurlitzer and tape loops… 
Taking all the best parts of Jeff Buckley, Devandra Barnhart and Rufus Wainwright, Bird can be noisy, charming, frivolous, haunting and playful all at once, with each song an adventure and, a mystery. As compulsive as he is obsessive, Bird’s attention to detail in ‘Production of Eggs’ assembles all his finest gifts into one breathtaking basket.” -Billboard, 2/5/05
“Surely one of the albums of the year (yes, already), from super-talented Chicago songman/violonist/whistler Bird. To say he combines delicate alt.country with sweet, smooth folk rather dumbs down the subtlety of these mellifluous arrangements. He’s an ace lyricist too (‘my skin is white as parchment, drier than a downtown office building where the air is tight’). Think Buckley a little, Rufus Wainwright, a gently crooning Thom Yorke even. But the overall effect – well that’s more like the soft magic of snowfall. Honest”. Time Out
“His painterly reach suggests Mercury Rev’s haunted Americana; more often, he recalls Rufus Wainwright, but without the sexual theatricality. Absorbing”. The Observer 
 “It’s got some of Arcade Fire’s orchestral-rock charm, but without the big production and the angst – and a lot more whistling and songs about science”  New York Times
“Bird uses whistling, loops and spare instrumentation to create an atmospheric, multilayered sound that’s melodic and rhythmic but also moody and delicate. Elegant, demanding and moving.” -Q Magazine 
plus special guests

Tonight ANDREW BIRD is joined by a full band to deliver a mesmerizing live set of utterly riveting songs that work their magic on their own believable terms, without a hint of cloying nostalgia or riff-fueled seduction as he plays strings, glockenspiel, wurlitzer and tape loops… 
Taking all the best parts of Jeff Buckley, Devandra Barnhart and Rufus Wainwright, Bird can be noisy, charming, frivolous, haunting and playful all at once, with each song an adventure and, a mystery. As compulsive as he is obsessive, Bird’s attention to detail in ‘Production of Eggs’ assembles all his finest gifts into one breathtaking basket.” -Billboard, 2/5/05
“Surely one of the albums of the year (yes, already), from super-talented Chicago songman/violonist/whistler Bird. To say he combines delicate alt.country with sweet, smooth folk rather dumbs down the subtlety of these mellifluous arrangements. He’s an ace lyricist too (‘my skin is white as parchment, drier than a downtown office building where the air is tight’). Think Buckley a little, Rufus Wainwright, a gently crooning Thom Yorke even. But the overall effect – well that’s more like the soft magic of snowfall. Honest”. Time Out
“His painterly reach suggests Mercury Rev’s haunted Americana; more often, he recalls Rufus Wainwright, but without the sexual theatricality. Absorbing”. The Observer 
 “It’s got some of Arcade Fire’s orchestral-rock charm, but without the big production and the angst – and a lot more whistling and songs about science”  New York Times
“Bird uses whistling, loops and spare instrumentation to create an atmospheric, multilayered sound that’s melodic and rhythmic but also moody and delicate. Elegant, demanding and moving.” -Q Magazine 
plus special guests

Tonight ANDREW BIRD is joined by a full band to deliver a mesmerizing live set of utterly riveting songs that work their magic on their own believable terms, without a hint of cloying nostalgia or riff-fueled seduction as he plays strings, glockenspiel, wurlitzer and tape loops… 
Taking all the best parts of Jeff Buckley, Devandra Barnhart and Rufus Wainwright, Bird can be noisy, charming, frivolous, haunting and playful all at once, with each song an adventure and, a mystery. As compulsive as he is obsessive, Bird’s attention to detail in ‘Production of Eggs’ assembles all his finest gifts into one breathtaking basket.” -Billboard, 2/5/05
“Surely one of the albums of the year (yes, already), from super-talented Chicago songman/violonist/whistler Bird. To say he combines delicate alt.country with sweet, smooth folk rather dumbs down the subtlety of these mellifluous arrangements. He’s an ace lyricist too (‘my skin is white as parchment, drier than a downtown office building where the air is tight’). Think Buckley a little, Rufus Wainwright, a gently crooning Thom Yorke even. But the overall effect – well that’s more like the soft magic of snowfall. Honest”. Time Out
“His painterly reach suggests Mercury Rev’s haunted Americana; more often, he recalls Rufus Wainwright, but without the sexual theatricality. Absorbing”. The Observer 
 “It’s got some of Arcade Fire’s orchestral-rock charm, but without the big production and the angst – and a lot more whistling and songs about science”  New York Times
“Bird uses whistling, loops and spare instrumentation to create an atmospheric, multilayered sound that’s melodic and rhythmic but also moody and delicate. Elegant, demanding and moving.” -Q Magazine 
plus special guests

Tonight ANDREW BIRD is joined by a full band to deliver a mesmerizing live set of utterly riveting songs that work their magic on their own believable terms, without a hint of cloying nostalgia or riff-fueled seduction as he plays strings, glockenspiel, wurlitzer and tape loops… 
Taking all the best parts of Jeff Buckley, Devandra Barnhart and Rufus Wainwright, Bird can be noisy, charming, frivolous, haunting and playful all at once, with each song an adventure and, a mystery. As compulsive as he is obsessive, Bird’s attention to detail in ‘Production of Eggs’ assembles all his finest gifts into one breathtaking basket.” -Billboard, 2/5/05
“Surely one of the albums of the year (yes, already), from super-talented Chicago songman/violonist/whistler Bird. To say he combines delicate alt.country with sweet, smooth folk rather dumbs down the subtlety of these mellifluous arrangements. He’s an ace lyricist too (‘my skin is white as parchment, drier than a downtown office building where the air is tight’). Think Buckley a little, Rufus Wainwright, a gently crooning Thom Yorke even. But the overall effect – well that’s more like the soft magic of snowfall. Honest”. Time Out
“His painterly reach suggests Mercury Rev’s haunted Americana; more often, he recalls Rufus Wainwright, but without the sexual theatricality. Absorbing”. The Observer 
 “It’s got some of Arcade Fire’s orchestral-rock charm, but without the big production and the angst – and a lot more whistling and songs about science”  New York Times
“Bird uses whistling, loops and spare instrumentation to create an atmospheric, multilayered sound that’s melodic and rhythmic but also moody and delicate. Elegant, demanding and moving.” -Q Magazine 
plus special guests

Tonight ANDREW BIRD is joined by a full band to deliver a mesmerizing live set of utterly riveting songs that work their magic on their own believable terms, without a hint of cloying nostalgia or riff-fueled seduction as he plays strings, glockenspiel, wurlitzer and tape loops… 
Taking all the best parts of Jeff Buckley, Devandra Barnhart and Rufus Wainwright, Bird can be noisy, charming, frivolous, haunting and playful all at once, with each song an adventure and, a mystery. As compulsive as he is obsessive, Bird’s attention to detail in ‘Production of Eggs’ assembles all his finest gifts into one breathtaking basket.” -Billboard, 2/5/05
“Surely one of the albums of the year (yes, already), from super-talented Chicago songman/violonist/whistler Bird. To say he combines delicate alt.country with sweet, smooth folk rather dumbs down the subtlety of these mellifluous arrangements. He’s an ace lyricist too (‘my skin is white as parchment, drier than a downtown office building where the air is tight’). Think Buckley a little, Rufus Wainwright, a gently crooning Thom Yorke even. But the overall effect – well that’s more like the soft magic of snowfall. Honest”. Time Out
“His painterly reach suggests Mercury Rev’s haunted Americana; more often, he recalls Rufus Wainwright, but without the sexual theatricality. Absorbing”. The Observer 
 “It’s got some of Arcade Fire’s orchestral-rock charm, but without the big production and the angst – and a lot more whistling and songs about science”  New York Times
“Bird uses whistling, loops and spare instrumentation to create an atmospheric, multilayered sound that’s melodic and rhythmic but also moody and delicate. Elegant, demanding and moving.” -Q Magazine 
plus special guests