@Number 71

“Then I Got Dark Again”

Posted by: danhartland on: April 21, 2009

Bill Callahan

Bill Callahan

Bill Callahan used to be known as Smog, but he has just released a second album under his own name. One might think of Conor Oberst no longer recording as Brighteyes to little appreciable difference, but Callahan records, whilst sharing the approach of Smog, also add new layers. Of course, Callahan has always been a more interesting prospect than Oberst, whose adolescent meanderings have seen him labelled a new Dylan by adolescent meanderers everywhere. Callahan, on the other hand, is eccentric and left-field, pitching his lyrics far enough away from ‘wilfully profound’ that they approach a more Dylanesque quality all by themselves.

Sometimes I Wish We Were an Eagle features song titles like ‘Eid ma clack Shaw’, ‘Rococo Zephyr’ and ‘all thoughts are pray to some beast’, and he does his best impression of Lambchop’s Kurt Wagner throughout, but in most ways this is his most accessible album to date. His last album, Woke on a Whaleheart, was full of rewarding diversions but at times lacked direction: its songs covered a lot of ground musically without quite coming together as an album. This latest record, on the other hand, hangs together perfectly, whilst maintaining each song’s individual identity. If none of them have quite the immediacy of ‘Diamond Dancer’, this is more than made up for by the record’s overall unity.

Callahan achieves this both sonically, thematically and by means of form: many of the songs repeat a central phrase over and again, and the album as a consequence develops a meditative quality. This character allows no place for alt.country pastiches like ‘A Man Needs a Woman or a Man to Be a Man’ from Woke on a Whaleheart: each song is seriously itself, inhabiting the broader context whilst offering a new route into its heart. On ‘Faith/Void’, it is chanted that ‘it’s time to put God away’, and at times the album feels like an alternative hymn book, pleading for some form of authority: ‘show me a way, show me the way, show me the way, to shake a memory’ Callahan sings on the mysterious ‘Eid ma clack Shaw’. ‘I looked all around, it was not written down,’ he opines on ‘My Friend’.

Sometimes I Wish We Were an Eagle is probably a break-up album, but Bill Callahan has taken it somewhere more mystical. It is a making sense, but also a taking leave: this is what gives this at times dark album such a sense of forgiveness and, ultimately, a kind of lightness. On this basis alone, it’s an early contender for album of the year.

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[...] a step back into comfortable territory for Callahan, as I suggested when I wrote about it earlier in the year. But comfort is relative, and there’s little on this record in terms of easy resolution or [...]

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71 is the number of an apartment we return to regularly in Whinfell Forest, Cumbria. We like it there.


‘We’ are Anna French and Dan Hartland. The Story and the Truth is a sort of inadequate catch-all term for what goes on here: we tend to talk about novels, history, food and fashion, politics and music, but there may also be photographs of soft toys and musicians. Stick around and see.

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The Weird, ed. Ann and Jeff VanderMeer


An astounding work of collecting-as-art, this compendium of 800,000 weird words is easily one of the most consistent genre anthologies I have read. Heterodox yet focused, it is fated to be the canonical text of weird fiction studies for some time to come - and deservedly so. The first-rank stories here - and there are many, not a few - are not excellent weird fiction. They are simply some of the best 20th century writing available in any mode. Not without its faults - but that is, ahem, the nature of the beast. Essential.

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Sonik Kicks, by Paul Weller


I haven't paid much attention to Weller - an artist who hangs heavy in my musical tutelage - since 2000's Heliocentric, an album of diverse interests which felt like a shot of crisp elegance in that year of Steps and 'N Sync. The records that followed it - particularly Illumination - were enough, however, to make those achievements a distant memory. There have been rumblings of a renaissance - 22 Dreams got great reviews - but only the sounds of Sonik Kicks have brought me back. Energetic, fierce and, best of all, creative, this sounds like a record from a much younger man. Weller has a lesson or two in him yet.

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