He's the Suzuki-trained violinist with an astonishing whistle; the musical chameleon as at ease with jazz as he is with folk and pop. There's no doubting his genius or the enchanting allure of this fourth solo album. Pop gems like "Oh No" and "Effigy" punctuate an eclectic landscape moving from cinematic strings to soft ballads and gypsy dub. Bird's at times less than captivating voice and obscure imagery, with talk of "radiolarians" and "proto-Sanskrit Minoans" can seem impenetrable, but tune your ear away from the vocals toward the exquisite instrumentation and this album is bewitching.