If Chuck Prophet isn't sick of reading critics gush over his talents, he will be by the end of this paragraph. From his earliest recordings with Green on Red, through two decades of solo albums, Prophet has been marked by the cool, insatiable appetite that is the peculiar sign of American genius. His songwriting glide-shifts from lacerating wit to naked pleas to puckish bravado. His instincts as an arranger and producer are flawless (just ask Kelly Willis or Kim Carnes). And when he straps on his beat-to-shit Telecaster, you hear a dude who has consumed guitar history with the mania of a rock & roll eating disorder. So what if no one but the hip buys his records and the hip are a dying breed. Chuck Prophet makes music built to outlast us all.