The True False Identity

Before he became the most sought-after roots-rock producer, T Bone Burnett specialized in stern rocknoir chronicles — and on The True False Identity, his first solo record in 14 years, he still does. With its clanging rhythms and oblique social commentary, the disc does a good job of capturing the current climate of apprehension, paranoia, and malaise; Burnett’s depictions of a world gone wrong ring truer than ever. Ultimately, though, his pinched delivery and humorless moralizing wear thin; by album’s end, you wish he’d just start a blog.

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