Smartly written, excellently delivered, great low-key singer-songwriter stuff that’s perfect for quiet times in the late summer, especially with that foreboding sense of doom that slips behind Apocalypse that has allowed it to age unbelievably well. 

So with Gold Record potentially tapping into similar impulses - it's impressive how Callahan has enhanced and streamlined his storytelling from Shepherd In A Sheepskin Vest while still bringing a lot of expansive and wry details to the forefront. A big factor here is the production, which brings back some of Apocalypse’s lingering instability in the shaky acoustic lines and shuddering grooves, but now there are distant horns and a mix that feels larger and more expansive.