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lessexpansive-soundingworkthan
itsimmediatepredecessors,2011’s
AmericanapologiaApocalypse
andthehumidDreamRiver.
Thoserecordswerecavernous,
echoladen;thisoneis decidedly
smallscale.Callahantookthe
opportunitytooverdublotsoftiny
detailsontothesesongs– plinky-
plonkthumbpianos,NewAge
keyboards,ghostlywashesoflap
steel– butdespitea substantial
supportingcast,inthemainit is
justhimandhisguitar.Thatsense
ofreturningtosomethingsimpler
is evidentfromthestart;opener
“Shepherd’sWelcome”beginswith
thetell-taletapehissofSmog’svery
first,straight-to-C60recordings
fromtheearly1990s.“It’sbeensuch
a longtime,whydon’tyoucome
onin,” Callahansings,nervously
usheringina formerself.
Contentmenthasseeminglyleft
Callahanwonderingwhyhespent
solongbeingunhappy.“Thepast
nevergavemeanythingbutthe
blues,” hesingson“YoungIcarus”,while
hepokesa screwdriverintosomemore
ofhisdamaged20-somethingwiringon
theimpish“TheBalladOfTheHulk”,
questioningwhyhebottleduphisfeelings
forsolong.It’sa themehereturnstoon
theprimary-coloured“TugboatsAnd
Tumbleweeds”,a compendiumoffatherly
advicetohisyoungsonwhichCallahan
toldUncutwasalsoaddressedto“baby
Bill”.Havefun,herecommends,butknow
yourself,and– asheexplainsina glorious
tumblingversethatmaybea veiled
apologytopastromanticpartners– “Don’t
letyourselfgetsobluethatyoumakerash
decisionsfortwo/Elseyou’llharmyourself
andanotherwhomistookyoufora guide.”
ThedeathofCallahan’smother
promptedfurtherreflections.Hissongs
havelonghintedata complicated
relationshipwithhisparents;thecruel
fatherwhodasheshisson’sdreams
in1995’s“Bathysphere”,theexploded
nuclearfamilydepictedon1997’s
“RedAppleFalls”,thecoldcomforters
of 2005’s “Rock Bottom Riser”. His
other passing learl informsthe
cosmicarrivalsanddeparturesofairy
fantasia“747”andhissonorousversion
ofthetraditional“LonesomeValley”,
aswellastheominous“WhenWeLetGo”.
Thequiet,tender“Circles”,meanwhile,
isa suitablyrestrainedfarewelltoa
parentwho,asCallahansuggested
toUncut, mightnothavewelcomed
anythingmoreshowy.
However,if thereis direct
communicationonShepherdInA
SheepskinVest, thereis plentyof
mystifyingbabble,too,4amscratchings
fromCallahan’sdreamdiary.A Jungian
analystmightbemoreusefulthana lyric
sheetindeciphering“TheBlackDogOn
TheBeach”,withtranscendentalhoe-
down“WatchMeGetMarried”anything
buta peeratCallahan’sweddingsnaps.
Theangry“Released”andthegloomy
“Camels”,meanwhile,areunwieldy
meldingsofpoliticsandphilosophythat
seembettersuitedtotheoutsiderartof
Callahan’sSmogyearsthanhismore
professorial, Nick Cave-ish 2010s metier.
Qualitycontrol,though,doesn’t
seemlikeCallahan’smainpriority;
havingfeltatonestagethat
fatherhoodwastheendofhimas
a writer(“Givingbirthnearlykilled
me,” hehalf-jokeson“SonOfThe
Sea”),thereis a sense– especially
onthepretty“Writing”andthe
ugbandchugof“CallMeAnything”
- thatheis justdelightedthathe
is a functioningartistagain.Asa
result,ShepherdInA SheepskinVest
feelslikea looselycuratedsplurge,
artreflectingthemessyrealitiesof
hisnewlife.
However,forallofitscosmic
positivity,andCallahan’snewfound
senseofconnectedness,it ends
ona veryunsettlingnote.Closer
“TheBeast”crawlsfromthelightof
boundlesslovetowardanominous
darkness.A disembowelled
approximationof“GoodMorning,
Captain”– theapocalypticclosing
trackonSlint’spost-rockmonolith
Spiderland– itsgushingopening
statement(“Skychangethesea,love
changedme”) giveswaytosomething
altogethermoretroubling.
Fromtheuplandsofhappiness,
Callahanseesthegravestonesinthe
valleybelow“lookliketeeth”; a shapeless,
unnamedbeastsleepsathisfeet,but
somedaymustwake.Hisvoicetakes
anominousturninthefinalmoments;
alwaysrestrained,controlled,suddenly
somethingis shifting.Thereis halfan
animalgrowlsomewherewithinas
heintonestherecord’sfinalwerewolf
mantra:“Releasebeast,releasebeast,
releasebeast.”
If Callahanhasbeendomesticated,
thatuntamedforcestilllurkswithinhim.
Partsofhissoulhaveopeneduptothe
universeonShepherdInA SheepskinVest,
butplentyofareasremaincordonedoff,
unknowable.Thissprawling,beguiling
collectionstrivestorevealall,butevery
answerbringsmorequestions.Oneway
oranother,hischillymysterypersists;as
Callahanputsit himselfon“WhatComes
AfterCertainty”:“Though plain to see still
hard to read.”
SLEEVENOTES
1 Shepherd’s
Welcome
2 BlackDogOn
TheBeach
3 Angela
4 TheBallad
OfTheHulk
5 Writing
6 MorningIs My
Godmother
7747
8 WatchMeGet
Married
9 YoungIcarus
10 Released
11 WhatComes
AfterCertainty
12 Confederate
Jasmine
13 CallMeAnything
14 SonOfTheSea
15 Camels
16 Circles
17 WhenWeLetGo
18 LonesomeValley
19 TugboatsAnd
Tumbleweeds
20 TheBeast
Recordedandmixed
by:BrianBeattie
Recordedat:
WonderChamber,
Austin,Texas
Personnel:Bill
Callahan(vocal,gtr,
harm,kalimba,keys,
perc,bowedpsaltery
andbanjo),Brian
Beattie(bass,perc,
keys,marimbola),
MattKinsey(gtr,
perc),AdamJones,
DonyWynn(drums),
GaryNewcombe
(lapsteel),Hanly
BanksCallahan,
Tori Olds (bkvocals)
SMOG
WildLove
CITYSLANG, 1995
TheveryearliestSmog
albumscanbehardgoing,
Callahan’sbarbedhumour,
primitiveinstrumentationandself-annihilating
misanthropynotreallyfindingtheirtargetuntil
this,hisfourthfull-lengthouting.“Bathysphere”
makesoddlylightofa desiretoblotoutthe
universe,“BathroomFloor”and“BeHit”are
grotesqueminiatures,while“PrinceAloneIn
The Studio” isn’t half as funny as it sounds.9/10
SMOG
Supper
DOMINO, 2003
Mid-periodSmogrecords
likeRedAppleFalls(1997)
andKnockKnock(1999)
establishedCallahan’sreputation,buthis
(moderately)romantic10thalbumgets
unjustlyoverlooked.“FeatherByFeather”,
“OurAnniversary”and“VesselIn Vain”are
allfuzzy-edgedfavourites,withthestately
waltz“TruthSerum” an early sighting of his
softer side.9/10
BILLCALLAHAN
SometimesI WishWe
WereAnEagle
DRAGCITY, 2009
Hissecondoutingunderhis
ownname,after2007’sWoke
OnA Whaleheart, thismightbethebestLPof
Callahan’scareer(sofar),itsobliquereflections
onageingandlossevidenceofa songwriter
who– at 42 – wasstillgettingbetter.“In case
thingsgopoorlyandI notreturn,remember
thegoodthingsI done,” hesingsonopener
“Jim Cain”; remember this one first.9/10
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