Album Review: Birds Of Chicago – Birds Of Chicago
Released in 2012, Birds Of Chicago’s self-titled debut album is a rich tapestry of folk, country, and pop-rock influences that feels like an intimate campfire gathering. Hailing from the US and released under Not On Label and Chicago Bird Music, this record offers a mix of storytelling and soulful musicianship that sticks with you long after the last note fades. With its sprawling list of credits—featuring talents like accordionist Bart de Win, vocalist Allison Russell, and drummer Mikey “Lightning” August—it’s clear this project was a labor of love.
One standout track is "The Wide Sea." This song captures the essence of wanderlust and longing, carried by Jeremy Lindsay’s gravelly vocals and Allison Russell’s haunting harmonies. The interplay between acoustic guitar and subtle percussion creates a sense of movement, as if the music itself is drifting across vast waters. It’s one of those tracks where you can almost feel the salt spray on your face—a rare feat for any band to pull off so convincingly.
Another gem is "Sugar Dumplin’." If there’s one tune here that begs to be played on repeat, it’s this one. The playful banjo riff paired with Russell’s clarion calls gives it a whimsical charm that’s hard to shake. There’s something about the way the handclaps sneak in during the chorus—it’s not perfect, but that’s what makes it human. You can tell everyone involved had fun laying this down, and it shows. By the time the trumpet solo kicks in (courtesy of Shane Jonas), you’re hooked.
What makes this album truly memorable isn’t just the eclectic instrumentation or genre-blurring soundscapes; it’s how organic everything feels. Producer Zach Coheen deserves credit for weaving these many threads into a cohesive whole. From Chris Neal’s woodwinds to Jason Batchko’s percussive touches, each element adds texture without overwhelming the core melodies. Even the mastering has a warm, analog vibe that invites listeners in rather than pushing them away with overly polished production.
Reflecting on Birds Of Chicago, I’m struck by how much heart is packed into these songs. Sure, some transitions are rough around the edges, and maybe a few tracks run a bit too long—but isn’t that part of the charm? In a world obsessed with perfection, this album reminds us that beauty often lies in imperfection. And hey, if nothing else, listening to Allison Russell whistle her way through "Flying Dreams" might just make you believe in magic again. Who knew whistling could do that?
