The name David Pajo is probably the third-best-known name in the indie-rock genre, right up there with Will Oldham and Steve Albini, and as such, the fact that over the years the three of these men have worked together so much is of no surprise. Pajo‘s name has been attached to such acts as Palace, Slint, Papa M, Aerial M, Zwan, Tortoise, and The For Carnation just to name a few, and this year marks a new chapter in Pajo‘s life, one that will be cataloged simply under the name Pajo.
Though the new moniker and the title of the album (1968, the year Pajo was born) may be simple, the expanse of this first true solo record is anything but, as evidenced by the first track, “Who’s That Knocking.” The scope of this solo record is huge, often times sounding full, complete, and tight-as-hell band.
1968 seems particularly fitting as a title, as though Pajo was meant to make this record since the day he was born. This does not trouble me as a means to an end for this songwriter, as we have been graced with so many musical milestones from Pajo; he seems to become a stronger songwriter as time goes on.
His best work has yet to come. In the meantime, I will revel in the glory of 1968.