“David Pajo's tenure in Slint is pretty unimpeachable. But after the tetchy brilliance of *Spiderland*, things get spotty. Sure, under various M banners, Pajo dabbles hush of folk to subtle effect. Albums like 2001's *Whatever, Mortal* were songwriting treats, music worthy of brushing elbows with the imposing stuff of his early days, no problem. But for every *Live From a Shark Cage*, there's a *Ma”
