Buckingham’s fourth solo album brandishes all the familiar indulgences: the auteur’s multitracked harmonies and fingerpicked nylon guitar glissandos as hooks; lyrics no more than taglines; and an excellent taste in covers (here it’s Donovan and a lovely, limpid “I Am Waiting”).  Full text...

As spacious as Buckingham's native California yet as fraught with unease, this is another gripping postcard from the edge of paradise.  Full text...

The best album by the best Dad in the world. What better legacy is there than that?  Full text...

Stippled with leftfield sonic wizardry - Buckingham bends harmonies in ways few other recording artists would dare - and rife with the fluid, fleet-fingered guitar magic that has been a staple of his career back to the Buckingham Nicks days, Under The Skin, a record largely driven by acoustic tracks (dig that AOR-ready cover of The Rolling Stones' "I Am Waiting"), washes over you like a summer breeze.  Full text...

With its skewed pop melodies, home-brewed sonic trickery and blazing fingerpicking, Under the Skin is a mesmerizing return to the side of Buckingham that birthed the proto-indie-pop strangeness of 1979's Tusk. Through most of the album, he achieves maximum effect from minimal arrangements, from the Smile-like carnival of vocal harmonies that enliven "It Was You" to the clicking hand percussion and trippy echo effects of "Show You How."  Full text...