The only complaint that can be potentially justified for an album of 'Dongs of Sevotion' 's magnitude and
weight, is the sequencing. I stress "potentially" because one of the strong consistencies that remains prevalent
in Bill Callhan's songwriting is the utter disregard for classic tropes while still maintaining some semblance of
want of comfort and predictability intact. The sequencing - the formerly mentioned possible only plot-hole in
an otherwise perfectly created cinematic experience - again rests on Callahan's own unpredictable mind. I
could ramble from this point forward with an excessive use of superlatives and trophies, but my own excited
angst would defy this album's presence and purpose. An odd mix of everything Bill Callahan under the Smog
moniker had attempted to this point, 'Dongs of Sevotion' sits as an astounding (astoundingly underrated) gem
of Bill Callahan's entire discography that accumulated the sounds before it with a sharp prowess and curiosity
while setting the tone for Callahan's still comforting, discomforting future that we are still commiserating
alongside him with through.
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