The inauspicious beginning of “Real Live Flesh”, from Merrill Garbus’ BiRd-BrAiNs is timid and thin, but makes perfect sense on a second listen, if only because the first time around it’s impossible to know the soulful voice waiting a few minutes around the corner.
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