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Fiery fiddler and occasional Squirrel Nut Zipper Andrew Bird dives into a rockin' new sound on The Swimming Hour, his third outing with his group Bowl of Fire, but it's a direction that will still hold considerable charm for fans of the hot-jazz, old-timey, 1930s exotica that marked Thrills and Oh! The Grandeur. Where those albums actually sound more like 78s (possibly those being pumped through a Victrola in the Addams Family parlor), The Swimming Hour is alive and crackling with a violin-led rock attack that recalls Camper Van Beethoven at their creepiest. Yet Bird and longtime Fire drummer Kevin O'Donnell still incorporate swinging time signatures, fluid rhythmic derring-do, and astoundingly advanced arrangements -- this time topping them off with humid Memphis funk and cranky garage-rock guitar and organ for a swampy, twisted southern ambience. Likewise intact are Bird's literary couplets (e.g., "A state of peristalsis or a pair of static stases/ And we're off to the races") and encyclopedic grasp of early-music, classical, and folk themes. If Flannery O'Connor, Noël Coward, and Tim Burton formed a band, they might come up with something as darkly, drolly sublime as The Swimming Hour. Mark Schwartz, Barnes & Noble