A real languid burner here that closes out the debut from Atlanta’s J. Lansdowne. Where the bulk of his new album chews on the root of blistered blues, “Smoking Mirrors” taps into an ashen desperation. The song pulls itself up from the floor, a taste in its mouth and an ache run through to the bones. Vocals rise out of smoke and dim light, but its the wounded howl of Lansdowne’s guitars that make this one leave a mark. The new album is out now, a co-release between Ramble Records and Atlanta’s own Echodelick.