Its hard describing the feeling I get when listening to the Bowerbirds.
Their sound takes me back to the woods that line my property at the house i grew up in.
It takes me back to watching the caterpillars fall (fly with style) from one leaf and on to another.
It takes me back to the solitude
-not the kind you hate-
but the kind you cherish.
Their inspirations are as follows: Nature, Earth, Mary Sullivan, and Magic Mushrooms.
...and thats not a bad thing...
In fact, it opens their eyes to issues that are bigger than what the average musician writes about.
They're music is a form of opposition.
A form of discontent.
A form of love through pure hatred of what destruction has occurred "to this wondrous earth"
The Bowerbirds are hypnotic and endlessly beautiful.
Everything is sung with a light coo, over a deep rooted acoustic and accordion.
Everything is dressed in black.
But underneath it, hides a cold steel armor.
In the end, it all bares bright colors.
Feel (without a doubt) Flows~
-Honey Thief
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