Smith’s songs were populated by back alley losers, moving in a moonlit world of cashed checks, track marks, and bad luck.
Darnielle fashions Hallmark epiphanies out of his Wal-Mart realism.
Proper blues music is simple, heartfelt songs about real and universal experiences — blokes and lasses singing about the letter they just received, the bottle of whisky they just downed and gave them a sore head, or the lover who just left them.
Anyway, I gave André the CD. Nothing ever comes of giving people your CD. Nobody ever contacts you.
I breathe a sigh of relief knowing that this relationship is far from over. This is, without a doubt, The Mountain Goats’ best album in years.