Brian Hall describes himself, rather modestly, as a "folk and sometimes bluegrass guy", but I Hope I Didn't Disturb You makes it clear that his instincts are deeply seated in the pop pantheon. However, dismissing this disc as a mere "jangly pop album" is an absolutely clueless misnomer. Among the not-particularly-jangly-pop sounds you'll encounter are roots rock as it might have been rendered by Kevin Shields, subtle Syd Barretty lounge-pop, a healthy spoonful of swooning late-sixties balladry, a taste of driving, guitar-centric hard rock and even a spot of rockabilly. Now, this sort of genre-hopping shouldn't work, at least not consistently; under the circumstances, you'd be justified in expecting I Hope... to sound like a bunch of middling session musicians wasting studio time. But it doesn't. Each piece flows logically into the next, building upon the ideas already established. Sometimes the logic isn't immediately obvious, but everything seems...right...and all is suffused with thick, delicious, often mesmeric melody. High points include the psychedelic jetset swirl of "Dêclìnâre", the raw-and-rootsy determination of "Orange Counterfit Sky Watchman" and the blurrily anthemic "Commercials on the Airways". You should hope Snake Forcefield does disturb you, and the sooner the better.