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Impala
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, quite simply, is
at its most rudimentary. That is, the album finds
-- the songwriter, singer, guitarist, and sole constant member of
-- both developing some of the stark impressionism of his later albums and steadying his gaze on the deceptive simplicity with which he shines a light on his own heart. Or, as he lays it on in the opening lines: "Tonight I am gambling with my sentiment/Tonight I am losing in a crowded room/tonight I am down to my soul."
The broad strokes that
paints with guitar and voice (with occasional, strategic, and wonderfully economical drum and organ flourishes courtesy of frequent
contributor
) suggest grand adventure. Bolder and more cocksure than the broken-hearted troubadour of subsequent (or consequent) records such as
and
,
seems sure, even occasionally funky (as on
).
's from the same side of the songwriting tracks as
or
. From the opening, seven-plus-minute salvo of Spartan, 5 a.m. introspection of
-- with its quiet rolling guitar and organ lines -- to the haunted, rustic trilogy that closes the album, the light that
's songwriting lets in is just enough to catch a glimpse of a sepia-toned, nearly forsaken nostalgia. It's beautiful, less-is-more
, suggestive more of the hard-bitten folks populating the literary works of authors
than any straight-talking, rhythmic strumming folky troubadour. By the time the dust settles,
leaves a sense of longing hanging in the air. A lovely, peeling, chipped record of emotional decay. ~ Chris Handyside