I’m gonna need to ask everyone to do me a favor and for once pretend the cover for Eureka isn’t incredibly offputting and strange to the point where it gets flagged on websites for “adult content.” The juxtaposition between the profane and profound is exactly what Jim O’Rourke’s bread and butter has been since day one. His first proper singer-songwriter album for Drag City, Eureka is a propulsive river of strings, horns, bells, steel drums, and that idiosyncratic guitar playing that grabs you by the ears and pulls. It’s a soundscape so rich you lose yourself for fortysomething minutes and remind yourself to get back into Burt Bacharach ASAP. Don’t look away.