Three years ago, Skyscraper National Park heralded the arrival of Hayden Desser as heir to the mumbling miserablism of Smog's Bill Callahan. Like the latter, Toronto-born Hayden's nagging melodies and deadpan delivery occupy their own peculiar kingdom. His fourth LP finds him applying sonic bluster to the usual sad-slow creep. "Hollywood Ending", for example, is a raucous tale of being caught up in a blockbuster outside his front door. Longtime collaborator Howie Beck is on board, too, though it's the Elliott Smith-like "Home by Saturday" that steals the show: a ragged tumble of guitars, waft of steel and those exquisitely crumbled vocals.
Three years ago, Skyscraper National Park heralded the arrival of Hayden Desser as heir to the mumbling miserablism of Smog’s Bill Callahan. Like the latter, Toronto-born Hayden’s nagging melodies and deadpan delivery occupy their own peculiar kingdom. His fourth LP finds him applying sonic bluster to the usual sad-slow creep. “Hollywood Ending”, for example, is a raucous tale of being caught up in a blockbuster outside his front door. Longtime collaborator Howie Beck is on board, too, though it’s the Elliott Smith-like “Home by Saturday” that steals the show: a ragged tumble of guitars, waft of steel and those exquisitely crumbled vocals.
