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Their debut album Plan B was the brainchild of the band’s guitarist/original vocalist Michael Franzino, who invited several talented musicians in the Sacramento scene (Including various orchestral instrumentalists and a female vocalist) to perform on the record. They spent their first year of existence diligently perfecting their live set, building their fan base, and most recently, writing their sophomore album as a collaborative effort. Their live set is known for setting deep moods that swing from thoughtful, emotional build-ups to body-moving, epic climaxes.
After signing both deals, they entered Interlace Audio Recording Studio with producer / engineer Kris Crummet (Closure In Moscow, Fear Before, Dance Gavin Dance) to record their second full length, Conversation Piece.
After it's release in the fall of 2011, Conversation Piece received praise and they were called "one of post-hardcore’s most important new bands and one of the few capable of saving the scene." (-MindEqualsBlown.net).
A Lot Like Birds spent all of 2012 on the road, taking their new album and frenzied live antics to the masses. The positive reception to their high energy performances lead to a one month tour of Europe in February 2013. The band's growing fan base fueled powerful performances in London, Paris, Vienna, Budapest and 19 other cities.
ALLB Released their 2nd LP 'No Place' with Equal Vision Records on October 29th, 2013.
ALLB released their 3rd LP 'DIVISI' with Equal Vision Records on May 5th, 2017.
On February 17, 2018, A Lot Like Birds announced their break-up.
What Didn't Kill Me Just Got Stronger 0:00 / 4:18
A Lot Like Birds Track 1/11
by A Lot Like Birds
This is my body at war!
No hesitation, this is entrapment entangling me.
Where's my attorney to defend or keep my mind from indulging?
I've failed! And my nerves have lost their touch.
My eyes can't see so much and if my heart is the next to go,
How my brain will scream and let my body know!
My tongue is drafting treaties that my stomach can't hold.
My throat's been fed lies that it's finding too hard to swallow.
And my liver? Oh god, how it knows that I'm poisoning it,
So it grows and exposes it's fangs. And it's good friends,
The veins, feel exactly the same;
Abandoned, lost, clogged with smoke and ashamed.
But as for the blame? No, the blame's not with me.
It's with you. Is it true you're less girl than disease?
If this is it, let's make it a big one!
Let's just seize until our blood starts dancing with fire and our bones explode.
The marrow will drip slowly through whichever wounds are open,
Taking my skin by surprise. Oh, you're wrong!
You think your body is so fucking strong.
It's not! You're just a flesh-wrapped present for a graveyard
With intestines ribboning around you as knots.
Can't you see I'm spitting out my taste? You did the very same.
And when we are through, will the worms even want us
Or will they take bites of our skin and decide we'd make terrible dirt?
To tell you the truth and be crushingly honest:
I know I've heard that bodies are temples but when temples sink into the ground,
They lose all their worth. Life's a dance? Well, death takes out the grace.
Contributed by Abigail H. Suggest a correction in the comments below.