Boomkat Product Review:
Long-in-the-making sequel to 2005's unsurpassed "Superwolf" is more "Godfather 2" than "Garfield: A Tail of Two Kitties". Basically, way way better than it has any right to be.
At the beginning of lockdown last year, Matt Sweeney and Will Oldham shared a new song - their first since 2005 - promising a full-length in the works. They weren't kidding, after 15 years we're presented with "Superwolves", another collection of tangled jangle-rawk songs penned by Sweeney with lyrics from Oldham. Shockingly, it not only captures the rare, magical mood of the original album but surpasses it, adding a world-worn ease to everything without losing spark. Each song glistens and burns with an energy that's only really captured by artists confident enough in what they're doing that they no longer give a fuck what anyone thinks. Rather than just going through the motions, they play with form and expectation.
Songs are touching and melancholy ('Good to My Girls'), sugary sweet and unashamed ('My Popsicle), explosive ('Hall of Death') and stripped down to a whisper ('My Body Is My Own') and yet from beginning to end there's a coherence that allows you to read "Superwolves" like a good book. It's a timely reminder of the quality of Oldham's back catalogue, but he and Sweeney aren't looking back in time, they're offering us their own take on the state of the world right now, not just wallowing in doom and gloom.