Smog  :  Brighton Pavilion Theatre

Smog : Brighton Pavilion Theatre

Bill Callahan is like an aircraft - he's pretty heavy, and he carries a lot of baggage. As one of the originators of what was once quaintly called 'lo-fi', he's seen both fashion and fidelity change in the world of the singer-songwriter,...

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Smog : Rain On Lens

Smog : Rain On Lens

Bill Callahan,?s ?difficult? years. Yes, even more difficult ?This Is Smogcore?,anyone? There have been dark records by Chicagoan Bill Callahan. There have been wilfully obscure ones too, but there has never been one as single-mindedly dour as...

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Smog : 'Neath The Puke Tree

Smog : 'Neath The Puke Tree

Quixotic man of letters, bon viveur, rakish dandy about town Bill Callahan gives every impression of being none of these things. As lugubrious documenter of what we'll charitably call 'troubled' relationships, however, he has few equals. The five...

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London SE1 Royal Festival Hall

London SE1 Royal Festival Hall

Scott Walker 's Meltdown 2000 season on the South Bank gets off to a nicely controversial start. What the hell are human beings with any lingering sense of decency to make of tonight's opening act? Fuckhead are Austrian techno...

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strayed

strayed

Smog Strayed (Domino) Lonesome cowboy Bill Callahan has a voice like phlegm. Not the thick yellowish substance secreted by the walls of the respiratory tract, that is, but phlegm as in the quality of calm, in usually adverse...

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Dongs Of Sevotion

Dongs Of Sevotion

One gets the feeling that if Bill Callahan hadn't spent the last decade devoting himself to the tireless possibilities of scowling lo-fi, he would have been a very dangerous lunatic. His pessimism is relentless, his distaste for humanity...

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Smog : Cold blooded old times

Smog : Cold blooded old times

From semi-obscurity, then, to Radio 1 and TFI Friday in the strum of a jaunty guitar and the blinking of a cold blue eye. Like a hound that can see ghosts, Bill Callahan takes in different things to most of us, and his songs (until recently,...

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London Highbury Garage

London Highbury Garage

There's never been a party quite like this. Towards the end of 'Teenage Spaceship' , another bone-dry exercise in self-mythologising, Bill Callahan begins to whoop, the most comically joyless sound on earth. It's like the bark of a sarcastic...

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Knock Knock

Knock Knock

For a decade, Bill Callahan 's commitment to misery has been unmatched in the Western world. His songs have dodged happiness like slugs avoid salt. His eight previous albums have left a thousand chipped hearts and broken relationships trailing in...

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