On “In Our Talons”, the Raleigh, N.C. duo take up creepy big-band melodies, gypsy folk accordion, and feathered boy/girl harmonies, then spread them out in the open spaces of Red House Painters acoustic guitar. It’d be crunchy like Count Devendra, but Phil Moore and Beth Tacular are the undirty, melodic type of hippie (no, for serious). Jazzbo deet-deet-deets and ominous metaphors nearly camouflage the song’s theme, at least till the Bowers lunge into a coda as obvious as the sun and fragile as the glaciers: “It takes a lot of nerve to destroy this wondrous earth.” You know, maybe having a planet doesn’t suck. There’s David Brooks, yes, but at least there are songs. – pitchforkmedia

The bowerbird’s long-distance advertising songs are loud vocalizations typically given by a male as he perches in the understory above his bower.

The male crestless bowerbird is completely drab. His plumage is indistinguishable from the female’s. His bower has therefore grown more elaborate to take the place of colorful feathers. He gathers insect skeletons, shells, seeds and charcoal, and arranges them in neat piles in his bower. While bobbing about to attract the female, he holds a colorful object, usually a flower, in his bill.