Folk-tinged acoustic wanderings
[a]Kurt Vile[/a] is the kind of guy who lugs about his talent like an unwanted piece of luggage. The Philadelphian songwriter’s second album for Matador is a thing of strange and reluctant beauty, leaning more heavily than before on his folk-tinged acoustic wanderings but suffused with the same vague dissatisfaction.
On [b]‘Puppet To The Man’[/b] he does street-tuff words to the wise like [a]Lou Reed[/a] (“[i]This one goes out to all the ones who want the right to SURVIVE[/i]”), but in the main this unspools like a lonesome ode to God’s country in the manner of Wim Wenders’ Paris, Texas – [b]‘In My Time’[/b] comes on like the monochrome ghost of [a]Big Star[/a], while [b]‘Society Is My Friend’[/b] is the sound of a true maverick unafraid of taking the untrodden path.
The overall impression is of gloomy landscape paintings with a spooky, residual feeling that God might be hiding behind every cloud or passing tumbleweed — electrifying.