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Bill Janovitz
Up Here
(spinART)

As headmaster of Buffalo Tom, guitarist/vocalist Bill Janovitz has taken a lot of shit over the past 15 years. Immediately written off as Dinosaur Jr. junior upon release of the band's 1989 debut, Buffalo Tom achieved measured respect the following year with Birdbrain (not so coincidentally produced by J Mascis). The next record, Let Me Come Over, marked an about-face for the band, who unplugged at the height of grunge and loosed a folkish acoustic fury that has continued to confound critics and fans alike throughout the past dozen years. But regardless of accusations charging Buffalo Tom with "wimping out," Janovitz and Co. have always loaded their records with solid songwriting and lyrical relevance.

Janovitz' abrupt entry into the solo realm in the mid-'90s (resulting in the thoroughly moving Lonesome Billy) was a signal for some that Buffalo Tom had run out of gas, but that simply wasn't the case, as evidenced by 1999's Smitten LP.

With Up Here, Janovitz has again taken a side road, offering his most introspective batch of songs yet. Despite his critics' lamentations, Up Here presents Janovitz as the breed of songwriter he's always been: immersed in the folk ethos with an edgy chip on his shoulder. He writes driving songs; rainy day, caught-up-in-the-past numbers that shimmer and jangle into the subconscious with the fragility of a candle on the windowsill.

Citing Neil Young, Nick Drake and Van Morrison (and sounding like an even more forlorn Elvis Costello), Janovitz pleads his way through Up Here's 11 tracks with the same urgency and grace that keeps Buffalo Tom a step ahead of critical viciousness. It's a lilting record that doesn't get where it's going quickly, rather with plenty of time to stop and hear the roses.