Bill Callahan review – gritty guitars and sharp-toothed Smog revival | Music
The pace quickens, then slows; quickens, slows. Bill Callahan’s voice rumbles over a roiling beat, stitching Partition’s delicate circular melody to a guitar dirge that squares Sonic Youth with Crazy Horse. “You do what you got to do / Do what you’ve got to do … / To touch the picture,” he sings. When the song ends by collapsing in on itself, he says: “Now we’re getting somewhere.”In truth, he’s been on walkabout for an hour by this point. Callahan is touring Reality, an album as bucolic as this set is spiky. Here its…