The words, the wisp of melody are born out of the drone as out of a primordial reverberation, the birth and rebirth of the world. The drone calls them back, too, even as it attunes them in the song – even as these words resonate with a deeper resonance. And this is the glory of Smog: the ‘content’ of the song answers to the profundity of its birth; the simplicity of the music – a few notes, repeated – lets be the unfolding and refolding, the pulse, of its source. Where does the song come from? Bill Callahan? The words issue out of the reverberation that is there before everything. They repeat the cosmogony by which everything becomes present. The tenacity of Smog (the greatness of an album like The Doctor Came at Dawn): drawing music again and again to the source.
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