Kurt Vile, ‘B’lieve I’m Goin Down. . . ’

“I woke up this morning/ Didn’t recognize the man in the mirror/ Then I laughed and I said, ‘Oh silly me, that’s just me.’ ” God bless Kurt Vile. Few artists in indie rock make self-deprecation and desolation quite as catchy and humorous as the Philadelphia-bred singer and songwriter does. Taken from “Pretty Pimpin,” those lines are the first words you hear on Vile’s exceptional new album, “B’lieve I’m Goin Down. . .” His latest for Matador Records, it’s yet another collection of impeccably played and produced songs that cast a gimlet eye on Vile’s milieu. You can chart growth in inches from one Vile album to the next, which is to say he subtly tweaks his signature mix of acoustic flights of fancy on his guitar and deadpan vocal delivery. Here he adds banjo to “I’m an Outlaw” and piano to “Lost My Head There,” a sublime and sprawling ode to the artistic process. Now six solo albums in, Vile sounds like no one but himself.


ESSENTIAL “Lost My Head There”

Kurt Vile and the Violators perform at Paradise Rock Club on Oct. 2.