Reviews

If you feel lonesome on a late night, don’t worry, because The Insomniacs will be up with you all night long, singin’ the blues.  From the first song on the album, “Lonesome,” the listener knows exactly what this band is about.   The Insomniacs introduce themselves with a stylish organ along with jamming guitar riffs and harmonica solos all under the silky-smooth voice of Vyasa Dodson.  This guy is a triple threat: piano player, singer and songwriter.  If Michael Buble ever sang the blues and meant it, he’d fit right in.

Imagine, if you will, the climax of gruesome plane crash. The plane dives lifelessly through the sky and back towards the earth as gravity begins to assert its strength. Now, picture this scene with a lovely beat to accompany it, complete with a violin, a piano, perhaps an optimistic tune with whistling, a choir, and maybe some horns and lively vocals to compliment. Armchair Apocrypha elicits a powerful feeling of contrast and contradiction as Andrew Bird has a knack for making the terrifying into beautiful, or the mundane into captivating.