There are strong strains of counterculture-era California folk in ‘So, Bird…,’ but also sumptuous, updated sonics. There is pained memory and willed forgetting, and a beautifully strained tug-of-war between. First impressions like glue. Spotting somebody’s funky get-up, one wonders if the rest of her closet reflects comparable levels of fineness-in-finery. Hooting and cackling at a [...]
Yea-Ming and The Rumors’ So, Bird… is Both Familiar and Revelatory
