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We’ve always demurred from plugging Ned Oldham’s journeys with his Anomoanon because of Oldham’s occasional writing flirtations with City Paper, but with his seventh album (and second this year alone), Joji, we couldn’t be coy anymore. Oldham’s songwriting has always displayed traces of country folk and psychedelic-tinged 1970s Southern rock, but on Joji he seamlessly blends the rustic with the lysergic and then transports the combo back to a late 1800’s porch and lets the wind and soil wear workmen’s calluses into the songs’ souls.

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