At 20 tracks long, Bill Callahan’s latest album takes up almost as much space as his preceding three combined. Here, with fatherhood and marriage occupying his thoughts, Callahan presents a less coherent and fully thought-out album, as per his previous.
Instead, he offers up an ostensible collection of poignant vignettes – like skimming a stone through his mind. And it’s an ever-rewarding and curious mind to skim through; touching upon the plethora of feelings that his new domesticated life has brought him (as well as typically abstract deviations).
His voice remains ever-rich and resonates with the warmth of an embrace, while the sonic tones are acoustic and country-licked, presented with the rambling DIY charm of his early work and the warm production of his later catalogue.
Daniel Dylan Wray