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Reviews
By Cole Stryker
Bill Callahan’s ballads are the stuff of empty beer bottles and midnight brooding. [20 July 2009]
By Michael Metivier
As if in an attempt to gain the attributes of the album’s namesake bird, the songs on Eagle feel like they’re rising on thermals, shifting and soaring effortlessly where the wind takes them. And occasionally they dive right for your throat. [17 April 2009]
By Vijith Assar
Free of his smog. moniker, Bill Callahan searches for new ground on which to lay his guitar and shaker. The question: can he survive the search, and, if he does, is there any uncharted land left? [3 October 2007]
By John Dover
Callahan ditches the Smog moniker and delivers a surprisingly upbeat collection, though one that in the end feels a little slight. [24 July 2007]
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