Will Stratton ditches his usual delicacy and heads deep into fire country on his eighth album, delivering a quietly ambitious and wholly convincing set of songs about conflagrations, California and the steady erosions of time. Featuring an array of characters connected by circumstance, saloons and prisons of society’s making as well as their own, Points of Origin expands on (and pares back) Stratton’s careful fingerstyle guitar arrangements and folk melodies to incorporate the bizarro American visions of Steely Dan and Jimmy Buffett. It’s a vivid and exquisite update of rock’s bummer era to fit today’s . . .
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