Once compared to Leonard Cohen, Tom Petty, Psychic TV, and Animal Collective in the same review (for his 2009 release, Childish Prodigy), Kurt Vile can bring to mind anything from Suicide to Leo Kottke to My Bloody Valentine, Bob Seger, Nick Drake, and Eastern ragas. He pieces together these disparate elements so seamlessly and unpretentiously that such reference points are rendered pointless by the singularity of his sound. Smoke Ring For My Halo, his fourth full length record, is tender and evocative, elusive but companionable, tough in the gut and the arm but swollen in the chest and giddy in the head. It’s a record that is perfect for any day in any season first thing in the morning or last thing at night.