“Guitar tones linger and reverberate with a mystical translucence: you can hear Curran’s admiration for guitar gnostic Robbie Basho in the notes and spaces between them. Yet perhaps the most striking passage is a borrowed one, a cover of Creedence’s “Bad Moon Rising,” whose acoustic setting doesn’t blunt apocryphal imagery but rather sharpens it. Fogerty raged against the end of days. Buck Curran plays quietly in the wreckage of a disaster that’s already come.”