About the album
Eggs Laid By Tigers are a singing-songwriting, working-playing jazz-folk-rock poetry trio.
Peter Bruun plays the drums and plucks the spanish guitar. Martin Dahl is on electric and acoustic guitars and other exotic guitar-like instruments.
Jonas Westergaard holds down both electric and upright basses.
All three of them vocalize, sometimes harmonizing beautifully and other times bashfully, but always appropriately. They are augmented by Simon Toldam on keyboards, Jakob Munck on tuba and trombone, Jimmy Nyborg on trumpet and Anders Banke on woodwinds. And you are the audience.
Eggs Laid By Tigers take the divinely and profanely astonishing poetry of welsh verse-genius Dylan Thomas and put it to music. But unlike so many who have tried in the past, they actually do it really really well. You can hear just how well for yourself on their debut album Under The Mile Off Moon.
Eggs Laid By Tigers do what they do in Copenhagen, Denmark. But they can do it anywhere in the world they happen to be.
Eggs Laid By Tigers are totally now. Their past concerts live on in myth and memory. And their new record will last an eternity. Recorded with vintage ribbon and condensor microphones onto decades-old tape-machines, Under The Mile Off Moon both shines in wax and grooves and floats on clouds of zeros and ones.
Eggs Laid By Tigers make music with swelling hearts and quiet minds and healing hands and radiant loins. If they could be bottled, other bands would be drinking their mysterious elixer like teenagers on graduation day.
Eggs Laid By Tigers are not afraid of life-affirming challenges and boundary-pushing artcraft. They are weary of mediocrity and wary of half-measures.
They are restless and restful and wreckless and wakeful.
11Time Enough To Rot02:21
12Let It Be Known03:16
13The Hand That Signed The Paper04:44
14Admit The Sun06:26
15High On A Hill02:06
16Since On A Quiet Night04:11
18Clown In The Moon03:18
110Written For A Personal Epitaph02:13
111Lie Still, Sleep Becalmed03:29