It’s as difficult to pin down exactly what Bill Callahan does as it is to explain what makes it so compelling. Now 60, Callahan has been releasing music since the early 1990s, first as Smog and more recently under his own name, which has been variously categorised as indie-folk, lo-fi, alt-country and Americana. Really, he’s just an idiosyncratic singer-songwriter with a deeply cool voice and an unusual way around a song.

That voice is Lou Reed by way of Death Valley. A wobbly conversational baritone, by turns comedic, moving and unsettling, it’s the perfect vehicle for his series of unreliable narrators. Callahan writes like Randy Newman exiled to a dude ranch, his lyrics a potent mix of soul clichés – ‘Gabriel, come blow your horn!’; ‘Yes, I am your lover man!’ – wry humour and strange, anxious poetry, the kind that advises, during the life-in-song philosophising of ‘Pathol O.G.’, that ‘it’s important to not treat your lifeboat like a yacht’.

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