“ Four more sides of a carpenter sawing through your psyche. Bill Orcutt’s visceral threnodies alternate between barbed wire and lonesome lunar baying, maybe with a bit more separation between the styles than what was found on A New Way to Pay Old Debts. Here we sense skill turning into mastery, a language being refined after its creation. Orcutt still leaves the dried blood on the strings of that hotrodded Kay acoustic, and he walks right up and smacks you in the face on “Bored with the Moon” (listen, you’ll hear what I mean).
Review by Doug Mosurock in Dusted
10 months ago
