| Sometime after the release of 2003's sparse and slightly chilly Luxor, 
        Robyn Hitchcock attended his first Gillian Welch show. Impressed by the 
        duo's rootsy adherence to the organic  two guitars, two voices  
        he approached the longtime fans  Hitchcock unknowingly signed David 
        Rawlings' guitar at a Boston in-store in 1989  and exchanged digits. 
        The unlikely partnership came to fruition at Nashville's Woodland Studios 
        a few months later, and in just six days the lovely, intimate, and typically 
        eccentric Spooked was born. Produced by Rawlings and culled from hours 
        of off-the-cuff originals, Dylan songs, and general weirdness, Spooked 
        harks back to his mercurial I Often Dream of Trains period. References 
        to fungus and food abound, but wrapped in the wooly blankets of Rawlings' 
        signature picking and Welch's winsome harmonies, they take on a fireplace 
        warmth that renders them amiably nostalgic rather than blatantly surreal. 
        On the dew-soaked opener, "Television," Rawlings lays down a 
        beautiful descending lead that wouldn't have sounded out of place on the 
        duo's debut, and its juxtaposition with Hitchcock's "bing a bon a 
        bing bong" vocal entrance is jarring, but when the three of them 
        come together mid-song to harmonize, the results are quietly majestic. 
        Much of the record revisits  musically at least  Hitchcock's 
        colorful past. "Everybody Needs Love," with its breathy urgency 
        and electric sitar, sounds like something off of Element of Light, and 
        the lurching "Creeped Out"  featuring Welch on drums  
        could have been the B-side to 1985's "Brenda's Iron Sledge." 
        This is Hitchcock's most rewarding and creative endeavor since 1993's 
        Egyptian-led Respect, and the fact that Rawlings and Welch are there as 
        eager tools to flesh out his English netherworld makes the fellowship 
        feel even more collaborative. It's a testament to both camps' willingness 
        to try anything  hearing Welch and Rawlings repeating "crackle, 
        crackle, pop" beneath Hitchcock's spoken word sales pitch to extraterrestrials 
        looking to vacation on Earth is a pretty good example  that ultimately 
        succeeds in making Spooked the left-field gem that it is. 
       (by James Christopher Monger, All 
        Music Guide) |