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Cliché or not, Andrew Bird has come a long way in past ten years. From his stint as violinist for hot-jazz revivalists Squirrel Nut Zippers to the non-stop barrage of eclectic solo albums, the dude isn't afraid of tweaking his sound to improve it. And thankfully, the little tweaks make Armchair Apocrypha his best release.

Handling the bulk of instrumental duties himself, Bird piles violin, guitar, glockenspiel and whistling (he's an ace whistler) atop one another to form structurally impressive pop songs. Tracks slap everything from gypsy swing to folk rock together, more often than not using Bird's deft lyrical imagery as glue. And from the metaphysical "Dark Matter" to the pop culture-probing "Plasticities," the album is as thoughtful as it is impossibly catchy.

Armchair Apocrypha is that rare album not only provides common ground for classical musical purists and Top 40 radio listeners, but also ends up being Bird's most accessible release without sacrificing anything in the process.

--jp