Tag: Sherman Irby

  • Who’s There?

    Bill Callahan’s voice is changing. It’s not just that he’s stopped singing through a coffee can, or whatever he used in the prepubescent lo-fi days of his musical project, Smog. It’s as if all those dives into his own bathysphere of miserablism have plumbed depths that resound in rounder, mellower baritones with each recording. On […]