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47-year-old Bill Callahan (formerly known under the alias Smog) is one of his generation's best American songwriters, but he is certainly not commonplace. It will he not with this album, which is probably more accessible and warm organic sound than the almost ostentatiously dark predecessor, 'Apocalypse', but is still characterized by imaginative and inventive songs that move with a blurred naturalness as fallen leaves and twigs on the dreams river, title records.
Callahan has increasingly moved away from a conventional catchy songwriting. It's like sing-along melodies distracting for a term of so peculiar and instinctive view is occupied by the music's textures and poetry 's delicate associations.
Callahan electric guitar is the 'Dream River' meddigtende more than ever. The records, marks and scratches neat, pirkende motifs and patterns of great beauty. In localized and congenially supported by, among other drums, flute and violin.
The most easily digestible songs come first (including gems like 'Small Plane' and 'Spring'), while the other half degenerate into an increasingly abstract travel. All the way serving Callahan care of nature metaphors such as rivers, horses, eagles, beavers and seagulls, which points to human exposed existential conditions (supplemented by the usual eccentric references to, for example, Marvin Gaye and Donald Sutherland).
The album shows a songwriter and guitarist who has completely melted together with his creativity. If you are a fan, you're bound to be enthralled, but all should allow himself to drive with downriver toward the unknown destination.
Callahan has increasingly moved away from a conventional catchy songwriting. It's like sing-along melodies distracting for a term of so peculiar and instinctive view is occupied by the music's textures and poetry 's delicate associations.
Callahan electric guitar is the 'Dream River' meddigtende more than ever. The records, marks and scratches neat, pirkende motifs and patterns of great beauty. In localized and congenially supported by, among other drums, flute and violin.
The most easily digestible songs come first (including gems like 'Small Plane' and 'Spring'), while the other half degenerate into an increasingly abstract travel. All the way serving Callahan care of nature metaphors such as rivers, horses, eagles, beavers and seagulls, which points to human exposed existential conditions (supplemented by the usual eccentric references to, for example, Marvin Gaye and Donald Sutherland).
The album shows a songwriter and guitarist who has completely melted together with his creativity. If you are a fan, you're bound to be enthralled, but all should allow himself to drive with downriver toward the unknown destination.