Jason P. Woodbury and the Night Bird Singing Quartet sweetly arrives like its namesake, an unexpected pre-dawn visit the Phoenix based musician, writer, and podcaster received one dark quiet night. Dazed and captivated by the unpredictable melodies floating outside of his window, the nighttime serenade reminded Woodbury of all the music that plays while the rest of the world sleeps. Like St. John of The Cross recording an album in Laurel Canyon before heading down to the pub to catch a sunrise set by Brinsley Schwarz, Night Bird Singing couples nocturnal longing with blissful dashes of transcendence, bright flashes of light against black night skies. The sound veers from rocking to hushed, with a pop-forward sensibility that evokes an era when classic rock evolved into new wave and snuck onto soft-rock radio. In a voice reminiscent of artists such as Lindsay Buckingham or Amen Dunes’ Damon McMahon, Woodbury spills out lyrics that split the difference between the self-aware screeds of Elvis Costello and the coiled spirituality of Van Morrison. 

SIDE A:

Birdsong
What Else Is New
Get To Meet Them
Calling From Somewhere
Rooster at Five

SIDE B:

When I Get Lonesome (Again)
All Motion Aglow
Is It The Light
Thunder Deepens
Gila River
The Season Has Arrived