Musically, "Cassadaga" is more well-rounded, showing off the range of Oberst's stringed minstrels, who can sound like The Band, Burt Bacharach, Dylan's ragtag Rolling Thunder crew and any number of pedal-steel-toting alt-country bands. The string arrangements are richer and more polished than they've ever been, which may or may not appeal to Bright Eyes' indie following.
As for Oberst, once tagged as another "new Dylan," he's still doing his thing -- spewing an amazing barrage of concrete and abstract poetry that fill 13 songs and 21 pages of the CD booklet. As usual, it's a lot to absorb, a lot to interpret, a lot to enjoy, perhaps, for those who are game.
Cassadaga is the name of a spirit camp for psychics in Florida, which apparently he visited, and throughout the album, souls are grasping for the spiritual, whether it's holy books, tea leaves or mystics in an age when morality is elusive and death is all too prevalent.
Oberst sets the tone early with references to war profiteering and the orthodoxies of the past that pit us against each other. "Future markets, holy wars/been tried ten thousand times before," he rails on "Clairaudients (Kill or Be Killed)," and then one song later risks an appearance in the scandal pages with "The Bible is blind/the Torah is deaf/the Qur'an is mute/If you burned them all together you'd get close to the truth." All the while, though, he acknowledges an omnipotent power pulling the strings on "If the Brakeman Turns My Way."
Although the record is hardly a dirge, it's haunted by death and uncertainty. On "No One Would Riot for Less," Oberst contemplates its sudden and random nature, singing in his quivering voice, "Little soldier, little insect, you know death it has no heart/it will kill you in the sunshine or happily in the dark."
Like Dylan, Oberst is looking for a little shelter in the storm. He gets his best shot deep on the album with "I Must Belong Somewhere," a song that catalogs both the mundane and the miserable, and seems to conclude with contentment, "Everything must belong somewhere/I know that now, that is why I'm staying here."
With his wide-eyed soul searching, precious self-reflection and sheer verbosity, the 27-year-old Oberst has a passionate following and just as many detractors. "Cassadaga" isn't likely to change that either way. Nonetheless, it's an ambitious, tuneful, well-crafted and occasionally beautiful record that can scrutinized or simply enjoyed.
LP / CD / MP3
LP / CD / Deluxe CD / MP3