The solo debut of Elliott Smith is the classic CD to listen to on a sleepless night, between a packet of cigarettes to empty and a glass of Johnny Walker. Musically as simple as it is intriguing, recorded on a home four-track, "Roman candle" primarily captivates for the intimacy that the Portland singer-songwriter exudes. Voice and acoustic guitar, occasionally an electric guitar to punctuate the more dramatic moments. Sounds so authentic they seem to come from an adjacent room.
Like a Nick Drake who grew up in the grunge era. Not college niceties à la Belle & Sebastian, but raw lyrics and unsettling scenarios: "Roman Candle" sounds like the ideal soundtrack for the ghostly Portland painted by Gus Van Sant in "My Own Private Idaho." "Condor Avenue" is the highway 61 of Oregon's metropolis, an ideal meeting point for improbable characters chasing chimeras. Verses like "She took the oldsmobile out past condor avenue / the fairground's lit / a drunk man sits by the gate she's driving through / got his hat tipped bottle back in between his teeth / looks like he's buried in the sand at the