Callahan has nothing to add to the general conversation about music in 2011 but is making the best albums of his career.
His latest LP is as reliably fine as a new film from the Coen Brothers.
Apocalypse is certainly less accessible than its predecessor, perhaps even wilfully so.
Callahan continues to be a nature’s poet, painting his imagery with the most carefully detailed observations of the everyday.
#10 | / | MAGNET |
#15 | / | Tiny Mix Tapes |
#23 | / | MOJO |
#23 | / | Pitchfork |
#25 | / | Uncut |
#26 | / | Prefix |
#31 | / | Pazz and Jop |
#36 | / | Consequence of Sound |
#44 | / | Obscure Sound |
#49 | / | Cokemachineglow |