At any given Baby Birds show, there's a good chance that at least one instrument will be shattered. It's an odd sight for a local show, made even more odd by the fact that the trio's spaced-out guitar non-sequiturs, thumb-piano fills and long stretches of amp feedback seem more cerebral than aggressive.

You know those brief snippets of electronic noise and distortion that bands like to tack onto the beginning of an album's opening song? Stretch that 10-second chunk out to four minutes, add some floating, ethereal vocals, and you'll have a pretty good representation of what Baby Birds sounds like.