I suppose, because I got into Callahan through (Smog) songs like ‘Strayed’ and ‘Dress Sexy At My Funeral’ that I still expect him to sound like that. There is a part of me that feel that the rather wry sense of humour on songs like that is missing in the work he has put out under his own name.
This is perhaps rather unfair. Those songs were over ten years ago, QED Callahan is ten years older, and (loath as I am to admit it) so am I. It is a mellower sounding album, perhaps having more in common with an album like Nixon by Lambchop than one of (Smog)’s. There’s even a whisper of the soul meets country with a hint of gospel thrown in of a Van Morrison album like Saint Dominic’s Preview.
That said, by and large it’s a fairly straightforward, almost stripped down album, which suits the seven songs therein rather well. The standout track here is probably ‘Riding For The Feeling’ though the album hangs together well as a whole.
Those unfamiliar with Callahan’s work might suspect something rather more violent from the album’s title, yet you sense that Callahan’s version of the Apolcalypse is more likely to be rather more thoughtful than many other people’s.