Bill Callahan is like a cool uncle. He's smarter than your Dad and he knows everything that is cool to you, including the names of all your favorite action figures. All his knowledge is a priori. He never comes across as condescending. Basically if you don't have this album, consider yourself to have been swindled by God at birth and now just fortunate enough to have met the devil who thinks that no one should be denied anything this good regardless of sin or consequence. Smog's earlier experimental stuff is really "out there". This is a more settled Callahan. You'd think he was a hundred and four by the wisdom he's accumulated and, thankfully, shared in this album. Expect great song writing, admirable word play and unexpected song transformation (ie. Bloodflow). This record is plutonium, which is way more expensive and suave than platinum, gold and gems combined. Even "shit gems".
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