Smokey Rolls Down Thunder Canyon, Devendra Banhart’s fifth album, still features the sort of music that have established him as a charismatic, mischievous, and nonetheless, strange figure.
When I was first introduced to him on his first album, Oh Me Oh My. . ., as an 8th grader, Banhart came across as a somewhat creepy, supernatural figure. Soon, however, I was addicted to his folkish psychedelic nature, a leader of “freaks”, a hippy it was OK to like. I found it silly how Banhart sang of little yellow spiders and taking his teeth out dancing. Real life did not seem to stop much of his strangeness, and I was drawn into his make-believe world.
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