Dylan Brody - Chronological Disorder (CD)

Occasionally, we all do exactly the wrong thing in the wrong moment, and it turns out alright anyway. For Dylan Brody, this is a way of life. He leads a charmed life, you see. As we learn on his new disk, “Chronological Disorder,” he can get a bad deal and still leave with all the chips. He can saunter into gang territory flying the wrong colors and leave with a nickname and a few admirers. He can nuzzle the airport drug dog with a pocket full of pot and receive only the repeated encouragement of the cop. He can take what for anyone else would be a jumble of nested clauses, like a Russian doll set that’s missing a piece or two, and create a coherent, cohesive, relatable narrative with a surprising but perfect callback at the end. To hear his latest record is to simultaneously stop in quiet wonder and champ at the bit, waiting to tell your tangential story. Everyone’s favorite purveyor of fine words and phrases, your friendly neighborhood wit-monger, the charming (but never churlish) c