One of Bill Fay’s favorite lyrical tricks begins with him describing a pastoral scene. In “Underneath the Sun,” the fourth track on his fourth record, he follows along as “Rain falls down and waters the ground/Where the cherry tree is forming buds/For the blossoms to come.” Fay sings with great delicacy; his voice traces the melody as it carries the droplets from cloud to ground and up again through roots. He carries on this way, subbing scene-setting for storytelling, for two drifting minutes. Then, halfway through a line, just when you’ve begun to overlook the . . .
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