David Berman's voice dominates the six records that he has released under the once-tattering banner of the Silver Jews. The baritone pulls tension across the loose ends of the Joos' fall-apart country, binding everything together and sounding for the life of it like the closing of an industrial zipper. And the words that that voice forms! Berman's lyrics — collages of poetry, not-so-traditional story songs, and the occasional confession — demand constant attention, almost to the point that it seems risky to put . . .
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