The Räsonierer

The first thing you got to hear of this new board, was a well, something unusual dub version of the title Javelin Unlanding. These photographs of the man from the east coast who caught him with a smile on his face dissolved, reason enough to wonder: All different now with Bill Callahan? Iwo. The great revolution failed to materialize, even on Dream River to Callahan presented as the unexcited Räsonierer, like no other everyday observations with Lebensweisheiten linked clear, serious, and sometimes demonized essential. If the lone man in the hotel bar musing before his glass (Looking outa the window did isnt there, locking on the carpet and the chair, and the only words I said today A beer, thankyou, A Sing), then that is a contemplative still life which no longer needs as just the few words, a beer and an open view. And in the end you will be rewarded with the realization: We are all looking for a body, or a Means to make one sing.

The album is full of these small-scale, sometimes mind-expanding meditation because sound poems are set to music again, from a bar / room is barroom, from the description of the accompaniment. Of course, a lot of nature, seasonal changes, Callahan flying on the arrow by the landscapes, spins his yarn and is basically: Ive learned When Things are beautiful just, keep on And even if he is already older than Thoreau ever was sometimes he acts as early aged hermit, internalized and verzauselt, while always amiable. Fortunately, he rejects it as straight again, his work to reflect in the very readable interview with the SPEX, from too much, one can also at Dream River very well with the music alone employ mostly warm, engaging familiar sounds. Claves, bongos, flute, are rare, as in Spring, the guitars and rough electrical, Marvin Gaye, maybe even Santana, Callahan remains the master of a reduced, sustainable and profound soulful sounds. The album is maybe not quite as stubborn as Apocalypse, but no less impressive in the sum. mapambulo: blog