High Atmosphere

Fuck what you heard, Bluebird gives it up. They've been fermenting their own form, squeezing life into and out of sound and song for days, years, and hours now. Officially, Bluebird are a rock group from Los Angeles, California. They have been other things. They will become new things, too. The JimandBryanBrownBrothers rhythm section, bound by fraternal blood, beats like a heart, steady, involuntary, and vital. Bryan contributes his guitar playing and electronic beats in the studio and comes out from behind the kit to play the vibes on stage. Jim plays the trumpet on stage and to a dub effect on wax. Barry Thomas's minimalist approach to composition and chords is tempered by his squalling space echo enhanced sonic departures. In the daytime, he moves art even when it doesn't move him. Sam dances, plays percussion, and although he can wail, he isn't afraid to use his pretty pipes. Yes, there are hooks: The bombast and melody of their songwriting performs that rare task of captivation and movement via hummables that stick. Bluebiird return with their second CD release and first for Lovitt Records, displaying ingenuity in sound without being afraid to rock. A poignant release for destruction... listen and achieve high atmosphere.