The sound of Califone has always been tattered: Delta blues grafted to clattering, deconstructed rock ‘n’ roll, synths hovering over buzzing, droning strings. It’s a patchwork of ideas held together by the worn voice of songwriter/sole constant Tim Rutili. But in the case of Stitches, the group’s first proper LP since 2009’s All My Friends are Funeral Singers, there’s a tangible connection to the process of assembling from existing parts . . .
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