Bowerbirds – Upper Air
by Jacob Rosati (Music Industry), published August 4th 2010
It’s in the cymbals, I said to myself, those strokes of minimalism are what do it; they are what inflict the dark hued tensions of Upper Air. I reclined in satisfaction while still listening to the album. And when I was most comfortable I heard through the speakers, ‘And I do need the grass to sway/Yes I do need to know my place.’ My mind raced with excitement. What about the lyrics? And these climbing melodies? Or the lifting harmonies? And the form? God, have I overlooked the form? It was then I knew the only conclusion I was going to come to was that it worked. It worked and was right.
Upper Air is one of the best releases I have heard this year. As their last album, Hymns for a Dark Horse, Phil Moore’s guitar playing and singing are still wonderfully round and Beth Tacular’s accordion parts and harmonies added a layer of support that heightened the intensity of the music. I would never claim that they are repeating their last success though. Upper Air takes a very different approach to space and at first I was put off by it; my ears begged to hear the sparse percussion and single violin that Hymns for a Dark Horse had, but after listening through a few more times I realized Upper Air is an incredible new strain of Bowerbirds’ music.
Though more space is filled in, Phil’s voice cuts through the music really well in songs like ‘Beneath Your Tree’ and ‘Chimes.’ Because of this cut, the lyrics have more attention called to them and with lines like, ‘you own the stars you own the thunder but you have to share’ they deserve it. The climax of the album for me comes at ‘Northern Lights.’ This song has beautiful movement and such controlled pacing that by the time the bridge explodes I was right with it. I can’t wait for their next album because there are only good things to come.
Recommended Tracks: Beneath Your Tree, Chimes and Northern Lights
Rating: 4.3/5
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About Bowerbirds

The best songs of North Carolina’s Bowerbirds have always seemed eternal. Coruscated by Beth Tacular’s bird song and Phil Moore’s environmentalist empathy, “In Our Talons” (off Bowerbirds’ Hymns for a Dark Horse) was, at its core, a quest for solidarity in a world of closing shadows. Upper Air’s “Northern Lights” painted a pained portrait of love shrouded in doubt as perfectly as Cash, Dylan or Cohen ever have. These felt like more than songs; they felt like treasures.
