With captivating harmonies, and a very poetic musical layout, the four tracks in Red Bird are ostensibly sensitive, and generates among their own sonorous axis the dynamo of a pervasive pattern of intrinsic beauty, as you can almost feel the rhythm of the songs going through your soul, and exchanging a forbidden stream of memories inside your heart. Delicately balancing a realm of a preciously pure sonorous awakening, Red Bird references the profound strength of its own genuine fugacity. With abrasively pungent guitar lines – that incredibly strikes profoundly intense harmonies around its own introspective ocean of expansive sensibilities –, and a powerful convergence of instruments, their subjectively astounding melodies involves a stagnant sky of impressive beauty, entirely flexible with their intertwining intonations of everlasting majesty.
With an infinitely poignant beauty, that standardizes a universe of drastic thoughts over the perception of ever diluting harmonies, a coalescence of hybrid intransigencies collide over the melancholically dense precision of the rhythms, that underline their own symmetry of amorphous contingencies, outlined by a predominantly sonorous, but preciously dramatic aphorism of instrumental veracity, upon which an entire universe of sound is built, and astutely aligned over a whimsical and aggrandizing sense of infinity.
Despite its brevity, Red Bird is a wonderful record, marvelously conceived over a horizon of imponderable everlasting sensibility. A fabulous work of art that gets close of being considered one of the best post rock albums ever to be conceived in the history of the genre, this record deserves the attention of everybody in the underground scene. A fantastic work that defies the abstract musicality and the usual intensity normally applied in the genre, Red Bird is a case for study. A drastically genuine and original work of art, destined to be seen as a reference in the genre.