Lindsey Buckingham: Gift Of Screws

Apparently no one showed Lindsey Buckingham the

script, the one that almost all rock stars from past eras seem to follow: 1)

Get tired and bitter. 2) Try to keep up with current trends, then ape the

sounds that first brought fame, then turn out indistinguishable albums as

excuses for tours where fans wait for the oldies. Instead, after a long break

between solo projects punctuated by Fleetwood Mac reunions, Buckingham has

spent the back half of this decade releasing albums charged with young-buck

energy and steered by veteran assurance.

Gift Of Screws doesn't pack the shock of

Buckingham's 2006 album Under The Skin, if only because it lacks that album's

sustained commitment to spare, hushed sounds. Instead, much of Gift features fleshed-out songs—John

McVie and Mick Fleetwood join Buckingham on a few tracks—but the studio

wizardry Buckingham has developed since Tusk has been honed to a fine

point. The cascading of guitars and multi-tracked vocals are here not because

they can be, but because they need to be to serve Buckingham's reflective,

sometimes blazing autumnal rock. It's a delicately crafted album that

alternately rages against the dying of the light and sounds resigned to it,

even if Buckingham's particular light sounds in no danger of burning out soon.