Sturgill Simpson goes via it. At the beginning of his new album, Passage Du Desir, he’s unmoored in Paris, spending his “days in a haze floating round within the Marais” — the town of sunshine and love changed into a “Swamp of Disappointment.” The bass affords muffled consolation, an accordion weeps, and even the drum stick clicks wobble uneasily. “Rogue wave will get me mumbling then tumbling it takes me,” Simpson sings, “Bouncing and rolling like a cork misplaced out at sea.”
Passage Du Desir (which interprets to “Passage of Need”) marks Simpson’s first album in three years. After a trio of bluegrass data and his underrated scuzz-rock opus Sound and Fury, Simpson has returned to, and expanded upon, the metamodern nation sounds that made him an outsider Nashville star within the early 2010s. Lyrically, Passage Du Desir is heavy with heartache, burdened by previous errors, adrift in not possible desires, and determined for aid — or not less than some form of escape. Simpson’s candor hits unvarnished extremes right here, even begging at one level, on “Proper Type of Dream,” to be let in off the road with the promise, “I’ll depart my coronary heart so blue out in your doorstep/So while you come dwelling you may wipe your ft.”
The despair runs deep, and Simpson delivers it with a number of the most intriguing vocal performances of his profession. Simpson’s at all times had a little bit of crooner in him, the wealthy, spherical drawl of his voice lengthy evoking comparisons to Waylon Jennings. On Passage Du Desir, it’s softer, extra susceptible and malleable, however not hidden. Vocal tracks are sometimes layered and/or lathered with results, making a dissociative high quality that’s nearly cosmic — as if the one option to see, and even start to understand, a ache this nice is to get as distant from it as attainable. The few moments when Simpson leaps via the melancholy and flashes the tough, rowdy edges of his voice are revelatory, just like the refrain of “Jupiter’s Faerie,” a masterful paean to a misplaced buddy.
All of the music that surrounds Simpson’s voice is wealthy and dynamic, crammed with moments of real musical delight that act as a form of counterweight. “If the Solar By no means Rises Once more” rides the somber tides of blue-eyed soul and yacht rock, and stressed rocker “Proper Type of Dream” boasts strings that recall early Arcade Hearth. One of many album’s few glimmers of sunshine, “Mint Tea,” is breezy nation with a twinge of back-porch psychedelia, whereas “Scooter Blues,” a get-away-from-it-all anthem, laces a Jimmy Buffett breeze over a honky-tonk chug.
“One for the Highway,” the almost nine-minute break-up music that closes the album, begins as orchestral country-rock at its best, with Simpson even discovering some solace in accepting what has ended — just for the music to slide into an outro jam of teardrop guitars. We’re not fairly again within the “Swamp of Disappointment,” however the malaise stays, the heartache lingers.
On the album’s heart is “Who I Am,” probably the most “conventional” nation quantity right here, saddled with pedal metal, mandolin, and call-and-response guitar. Simpson surveys a mid-life, mid-career disaster: “It’s too late now for remedy to save lots of me/And that outdated radio nonetheless gained’t play me,” he sings, uncovering (as he at all times does) a glimmer of humor amidst gloom and grievance. And ultimately, “Who I Am” takes consolation in the truth that its titular existential query/assertion/declaration is an not possible one: “They don’t ask you what your identify is while you rise up to heaven/And thank God/I couldn’t inform her if I needed to who I’m.”
It’s a captivating notice for Simpson to strike on Passage Du Desir as a result of this technically isn’t a Sturgill Simpson album. The report is credited to Johnny Blue Skies, a moniker Simpson adopted for this new part of his profession after declaring he’d solely ever make 5 albums underneath his personal identify. Simpson has at all times been a deeply autobiographical author, whether or not he was King Turd on Shit Mountain or the Greatest Clockmaker on Mars; even his idea album, The Ballad of Dood and Juanita, drew from the connection between his grandfather and grandma. Passage Du Desir is as open and sincere as any earlier report — maybe much more so; or possibly the harm’s simply higher — and arguably that’s due to the alias.
“I at all times mentioned there could be 5, and I puzzled if I’d return on that,” Simpson informed Rolling Stone in 2021 about this self-imposed rule. “However it actually has cemented each step of the way in which how a lot I don’t wish to carry all that weight. Not having to face up there behind my identify would enable me to be much more susceptible, in a method.”
Simpson doesn’t cover behind Johnny Blue Skies. With a songwriter’s generosity, he’s made an album steeped within the emotions and questions we drown in at our most despondent. It’s a heavy report, however not a slog, a testomony to Simpson’s immense skills. He might not know who he’s — not that that’s a nasty factor — however we not less than know he’s nonetheless probably the greatest we’ve obtained.
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