REDBIRD is both the name of an album and of a loose affiliation of four American songwriters Peter Mulvey, Kris Delmhorst, Jeffrey Foucault and David Goodrich. Each of them brought a handful of songs to the table, and they swung at each one in turn. In a few takes they’d either caught it or hadn’t, and they moved on. They recorded about 45 songs around one old AKG canister microphone, with no mixing but just the whole room live to crickets and lawnmowers and Mormon missionaries knocking on the front door. They passed the instruments around, drank beer, grilled bratwurst (they were recording in Wisconsin), and traded tunes for a few days and nights in the middle of August. .. The resulting 17 tracks blur the lines between jazz, country, public domain songs, and songs by friends and contemporaries into a series of snapshots, each song as it happened, nothing added or subtracted. If Redbird isn’t a band, neither is this an album in the traditional sense, though it can be fairly called a record; a series of songs caught, culled, and pressed. Unambitious and low-fi, Redbird is long on charm and low on polish, and falls somewhere between field recording and house party, Christmas gift and bootleg.