Woodpigeon is more than just the most beautiful word in the English
language, although that's precisely why it was chosen by songwriter
Mark Hamilton as the moniker for his pretty-pretty-pop project.
Encompassing a kind of ersatz collective orchestra, dispersed across a
couple continents, rising and falling in number with the demands of
song life and real life, Woodpigeon creates music much the same way a
bowerbird crafts a lovenest: the right space is chosen and the bower
goes up twig by twig, berry by berry, embellishing a basic construction
that's already sound and lovely.
pianos rusting in country fields, quiet cabins warmed by woodstoves, snow falling on dead trees, superheros running over glaciers, water falling on hot rocks
