
The musical boyfriend/girlfriend duo, Phil Moore and Beth Tacular (along with Matt Damron on drums) are the talented masterminds who make up the indie-folk band known as Bowerbirds. In 2006, the songbirds emerged from their nest in backwoods of North Carolina and onto the national music scene with their debut album Hymns for a Dark Horse. Since then, Bowerbirds have become the paradigm of all that is natural, organic sound. Their sophomore album entitled Upper Air (2009) is one of those rare albums you can play in its entirety without the impulse to skip over or delete tracks. At first listen, this album is a near carbon copy in terms of sound and production to their first album, almost as if the band had followed a set of blueprints for melodies, harmonies and instrumentation. However, the familiarity is easily forgivable when given a more heedful ear toward the lyrics and meanings (which are overflowing with poetic eloquence, but refusing to become pretentious). Suddenly, Upper Air’s delicate interplay of prose and imagery becomes an entirely new animal that is quite distinguishable from that of the Dark Horse.
Because the album is so cohesive and fluid, it is hard to say which songs could be labeled as ‘stand out’ singles. Each song is humble, earnest and filled with metaphoric symbols involving nature (which is appropriate since the band lives and makes music inside a cabin in the middle of a forest). Nature is certainly a main focus of the record, but I noticed that there is a specific, reoccurring theme of trees and leaves in many of the songs: “we’ll fall to sleep/beneath your tree/and the wind will pound through your leaves and serenade me” (Beneath Your Tree), “I live in your tall trees/amongst your fearless leaves/saw the bright colors/bright future” (Bright Future), “so I wake early/watch the leaves quake/in the first light/ braise the trees” (Crooked Lust). No surprise that they’ve called themselves birds, huh? To me, this theme serves as a thread tying all ten tracks into one big beautiful quilt full of intricate textures and contemplative ideologies.
The songs on this album get down to the bare essence of human existence—they all have a heartbeat, and they don't leave room for embellishments. Because of certain overarching global thematic concerns it’s easy to cast the Bowerbirds into the category of hippie environmentalists or granola socialists. For example, in the premier track of the album “House of Diamonds” the chorus expresses their innate belief in anti-materialism through lyrics like “You are free from the greed of your culture/ You are free from the lust for the luster/ Of the diamond houses in the city’s cluster/ From your own ego, from your own blunder/ You own the stars you own the thunder/ but you have to share.” Yes, they have highly evolved worldviews, which transpire into unconventional phrasing techniques, but once you allow yourself to overcome cynicism and simply appreciate the message, you realize that these guys aren’t trying to sell you hemp ankle bracelets or guilt trip you into signing up for Greenpeace—they’re simply trying to make meaningful music.
The ultimate beauty of Upper Air is that what you hear is their truly their unadulterated sound—hence, someone who listens to the album will know what to expect at a live performance and will not be disappointed or unsatisfied. Clearly, the Bowerbirds did not capitalize on being given the ability/opportunity to manipulate their sound and forge perfection through the ‘professional realm of studio recording’, and through paying close attention to their noble and unpretentious lyrics I would expect nothing else. In fact, I wouldn’t be surprised if some of the tracks were actually recorded live (which is rare and difficult to pull off), meaning they all were in separate rooms but recorded all at once. From their nature-inspired lyrics to their barebones production everything points to genuine, unrefined talent. Instrumentally, this album is pretty basic with its rhythmic guitar, light piano, a single bass drum (genius!); but with the simple addition of accordion and intermittent strings (which compliment each other brilliantly) their sound becomes unique and highly recognizable. Interestingly, it is Bowerbirds’ flaws that serve to enhance their sound the most, as their loose overlaying techniques, sloppy piano playing, and sometimes out of tune harmonies only further the notion of raw authenticity.
It is so refreshing to escape into their world through this album and hear people who sincerely care about inter-personal relationships and understanding their surroundings. But as I digress into overindulgent compliments and superfluous acclaim, I am reminded that the Bowerbirds are, indeed, humble folks don’t need nor want to be constantly affirmed of their greatness. As they clearly state in the track “Northern Lights”, "I don't need from you a waterfall of careless praise”. So, in the spirit of being a thoughtful reviewer and respectful fan, I shall cease!


