A hertfelt ode to Love. Lovebirds the self released debut from London sextet Birds Flying Backwards is very much a product of these strange nostalgic times. The band themselves are moustachioed, bearded or flaxen haired look as if they yearn to return to 1972 and pack a picnic basket, pop it into the back of the beetle and head out to the open fields. It's a remarkably unchallenging record. But strangely comforting in that I quite like being taken back in time to when I was seven !
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