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Good Flying Birds is a jangling, noisy guitar-pop group based in the Midwest, USA. It began in December 2023 with a collection of 4-track cassette recordings and stop-motion videos uploaded to YouTube under the name “Talulah God,” along with a chaotic and colorful, GIF-infested website. Over the following months, songs were uploaded fairly frequently, eventually catching the attention of influential punk and DIY label operator Martin Meyer.
In January 2025, Talulah’s Tape was released on Rotten Apple, a collection of home recordings from 2020–2024. It showcased a wide-ranging love for the history of independent guitar music, clever and melodic songwriting, and an approachable twee-punk charm. It made an immediate splash in underground circles, receiving frequent independent radio play and selling 300 cassettes in under a month.
Following the success of the tape and gaining a reputation as a must-see live act, they received an avalanche of label interest, eventually signing with Carpark and Smoking Room, who will co-release Talulah’s Tape on LP and streaming in October 2025.
As a live group, the band played their first show as a three-piece (just drums, guitar, and vocals) under “Talulah God” in Indianapolis in June 2024. By August, they’d added a second guitarist and a bassist, debuting as “Good Flying Birds.” They’ve kept a busy schedule since, with multiple Midwest weekenders and an East Coast tour under their belt.
Sharing both dirty basements and well-lit stages with like-minded punk janglers (Sharp Pins, Answering Machines, Wishy, Pardoner, Horsegirl, Graham Hunt, Golomb, Chronophage, Playland, to name a few), they’ve been key players in stoking a flame for scrappy guitar music that seems to grow by the day.
The influence of jangly lo-fi/DIY heavyweights who came before like Guided By Voices (their namesake), Beat Happening, DLIMC, Talulah Gosh (partly their namesake), and The Vaselines, is prevalent, but they carry a unique charm all their own. It’s the sound of looking at a crumbling world with rosy cheeks and wide eyes, a tambourine by your side.