A new review of Mr. Smolin's At Apogee (one of my favorite records) is up on JamBase. Good quote:

But the show here is really all Smolin's. Effortlessly rotating guests and mini- ensembles with the same aplomb he uses segueing Bisco bombasts to moe.ronic meltdown or rare wack 60s wax to dankest of Dead DATs over Southern California airwaves, Mr. Smolin delivers a delicious psychologicadelic journey through chamber pop, Appalachian afrobeat, spooky Sondheim-meets-Mahler-Gilmour-and-Waters dirges, Byrds/Beatles summertime jangles, quasi-Broadway Bowie crooning, acid tinged r&b slow jams and other genre-blending subspecies... all wrapped fastidiously in a lexicon of asymmetrical puns, heartfelt monologues, James Joyce meets Robert Hunter wordplay, and tricky multi-layered narrative imagery. (Having a dictionary at hand during investigation of At Apogee's lyric insert would probably be helpful.)