Rain on Lens

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Smog

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Bill 'Smog' Callahan's 4-tracking days are far behind, and only for the better, it seems. Each album since 1995's Wild Love has offered significant improvement (or at least new wrinkles) on Callahan's dry, stark, and occasionally morbid observational songwriting techniques. The big variation on this album, which perhaps explains the slightly altered billing (as "(smog)"), is that Callahan employs a full band on every song, or more precisely, one band, rather than a rotating crew, as on past albums. This includes Eleventh Dream Day's Rick Rizzo on guitar, US Maple's Pat Samson on drums, and avant-garde oboeist Kyle Bruckmann. The result is perhaps the tightest, most cohesive album Callahan has ever delivered. As always, the outward prickliness of his music only serves to set those frequent moments of instrumental beauty and lyrical clarity ("God does not answer / This type of prayer") in sharper contrast. Another American classic, from a true national treasure.

Smog, like much good music, is a bit of an acquired taste. Bill Callahan's music might prove a little difficult to some because of the impenetrability of its bleakness and despair: the sparest of guitar chords are scratched over minimal ornamentation, and Callhan does a kind of speak-sing comparable to Leonard Cohen, Lou Reed and David Berman (imagine the latter on lithium, narrating about failed relationships and death. If this is your cup of tea, this is the album for you. But if you're one of those who wish Callhan would break from his usual routine (as he has demonstrated capable of doing with a few stellar cuts off Songs and Devotion and Knock Knock), then you might be disappointed. There are a few tracks that step forward to distinguish themselves from the gloom and doom, however; Live Your Life Like...is a beautifully written and captivating song. Song, Revanchism and Short Drive also have a little hop in their step, more of what Callahan needs.