Israel Nash

Israel Nash

Cosmos-wrangling Americana upstart Israel Nash returns from Texas Hill Country with his Silver Season, a deeply gorgeous and wholly immersive nine-song set that plays less like an album, and more like a cross section of time and space. The man’s fourth LP ventures farther down the acid-soaked trail blazed by 2013’s Rain Plans, arriving in lush and expansive territory. Here, this Missouri son sounds more assured than ever, supported by his highly capable band and production inspired by psychedelic greats. Israel Nash’s Silver Season is best played loudly, and sounds wonderful in headphones.

Like the record before it, this one was made on Nash’s 15-acre swath of land in Dripping Springs, Texas, with one key difference. While Rain Plans was recorded inside of the new home he shared with his then-pregnant wife, Silver Season was born in the studio Nash built outside and named Plum Creek Sound, a 1,400 square- foot Quonset erected in March. The band was ready to begin in late May when the floods came, filling the building with water and muck. Nash and the boys pushed on anyhow. Digging trenches, hauling sandbags, clearing mud, and plugging in—that’s how they made an album, doing what needed to be done.

The end result isn’t so terrestrial, however. Silver Season billows outward with its opening song, “Willow.” A swirl of keys, bass, pedal steel, acoustic strum, and languid drums envelop the listener as Nash’s cooed poetry recontextualizes the world through his daughter’s eyes. A shimmery Morricone-like passage carries us into “Parlour Song,” which sounds a little like Neil Young leading Tame Impala. “Sooner or later we’ll surrender our guns/But not until we’ve shot everyone,” Nash sings. And while the line would fit into a celebratory tale about Old West outlaws, it’s actually a modern lament.