Jason Lytle ‘Dept. of Disappearance' (Anti-)
Former Grandaddy frontman Jason Lytle's secretly superb second solo album is aptly named because you don't happen across it just anywhere. I ran across a single, solitary copy of “Dept. of Disappearance” the other day at my favorite independent record store, took it home and fell in love with his whispery falsetto vocals — which are like one, long wistful sigh — and his sad, spacey, perfect-pop epics and intimate ballads all over again.
It's just that he's so quietly brilliant he sometimes escapes the attention of even his biggest fans when he issues something new from his secluded Montana home studio. That's why this review is so embarrassingly late (the album was released last Oct. 16, and I kept forgetting to order a copy), but better late than never. From the synthesizer- and guitar-layered jilted lover's lament that is the title tune, to the noirish keyboard atmospherics and disturbing lyrical imagery of “Your Final Setting Sun” — which Lytle says was inspired by the writings of Cormac McCarthy (“No Country for Old Men”) — this collection of cinematic lo-fi pop jewels is nothing short of brilliant and criminally under-promoted.
— Gene Triplett