Bill Callahan, the softly-sung, meandering storyteller might be better-known for his alias in his indie-folk project Smog, but his self-titled efforts really aren’t very much a far cry. Callahan’s baritone and strong lyrical brushstrokes have always been cinematic in scope and his latest, Apocalypse [Drag City] is another epic spun by the 40-something introvert and Austin resident. His hometown [The Austinist] is verifying that Apocalypse “is a welcome return to form…[but] maddeningly evasive…;the violin juts out of opening track “Drover” like a splinter from an old junkyard chair,” and The New York Times says, “Bill Callahan’s Apocalypse is a record that knows itself. Mr. Callahan, 44, one of our best lyricists and now — finally — a singer approaching excellence, uses his voice carefully, in a no-vibrato baritone, going down to Merle Haggard’s range.”
Bill Callahan visits Minneapolis, Madison and Chicago July 1st – 3rd.